Though the bird of death attacked you physically, you, My child, are safeguarded and protected, and no harm can come to you. Though weapons may form, they will NEVER prosper, for I, the Lord your God, am with you and send an army of angels to keep, guide, and protect you!
Love– My love is patient, kind. It always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. Love never fails. So don’t fail him—or Me! Cast your cares onto Me, so when you are with him, you can be who he needs you to be. Not you—but Me in you!
How many times in our life do we set an expectation and then, within moments—within breaths—forget that we said we were going to do something different? That we were going to do something that would require something different of us?
Why worry when I can pray? Why worry when I can safely forget because You—the God who knows, hears, and sees ALL—will and does remember?! Thank You, God, for this freedom. For this liberation. For this knowing. For this understanding.
Hurt ones heal most. Don’t hurry their healing like you hurry your life. Move at the pace of the body. At the pace of peace. At the pace of ME!
Find your own Mrs. Smith if you don’t have one. Let them love you and pour into you and build you up. Let them love you with the divine love they hold sacred and near and dear. Let them show up for you when you least expect it. Let their divine love cover you and protect you and be kind to you. Let them be who they are so you can be even more of yourself, too.
I am learning that not everything I share will be received as I intend. A few weeks ago, I spoke openly from my heart, and someone took offense. It shook me—this space is sacred to me. But I now understand my role is not to control how my words land—only to speak and let them exist.
I do not call it love when someone I’m dating neglects me. So why would I call it love when I neglect myself? Neglect is not love—not when it comes from others, and not when it comes from you.
This is why we keep losing ourselves in love: because we search for something outside of us that can only be found within. The more I love myself, the more I experience God. And the more I experience God, the more I experience heaven on Earth.
I do not call it love when someone I’m dating neglects me. So how can I call it love when I neglect myself? Love is not just what we feel. It’s what we do.
