Childlike Faith, Divine Love: Hearing God’s Voice in Uncertainty
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!
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.
And if we don’t heal the root, we’ll just keep switching up the fruit. Until we deal with the why, we’ll just keep changing the what.
To me (and in my humble opinion it should be for er’body!), all of humanity is normal. After all, whoever God created in His image is ‘fearfully and wonderfully made,’ so who are we to decide who’s abnormal?! THE AUDACITY! When we say ‘___ is not normal,’ what we’re really saying is ‘___ is different than me,’ and that difference makes them abnormal. Ah who say so?!”
I’ve been torn down, misused and abused for long enough and it wasn’t until I began to change my words and speak lovingly to myself that I began to live so different. I’ve seen for myself the power of words. The power of love!
Endurance isn’t passive. It’s active. It’s faith in motion. It’s knowing that even when I was failing chemistry exams, even when I doubted my ability, even when I thought I wasn’t smart enough—God already knew I would make it. And I did. Not because I was the strongest or the fastest, but because I refused to quit.