I am safe.
My story is being re-written.
That is no longer my life.
I am holding the wounded parts of myself.
Though, I may be wounded; I cannot forget that I am a warrior. I am not alone; my guides are always with me. They have always been watching over me.

The hands that could not hold me while they walked this earth are guiding me now. They are holding me. No person in my life now, was brought into it without a purpose. Nothing is coincidence.

This has been a test to see if I will fold under pressure, Out of fear and illusion,
created by the shadows of my past.
I was raised in a family that loved,
But didn’t always know how to show it. God, did they love.

I grew up in a family that didn’t
know how to offer support because
they didn’t know how to ask for it. I grew up taking care of myself
And thinking that I could trust no one,
other than myself.

The first hands that were made to carry me in this life were made into fists, and at other times, Used to shush or shoo me away. I’m not used to receiving. The list of things I have trouble receiving could go on, but I’m getting better.

I wince and pull away a little less
when someone offers me a hand to hold.
I shrug a little less and learn to graciously bow my head when someone gives me a compliment. I let others help me lift instead of shooing their hand away and saying “I got it!” - most days -

I try to take people at face value instead of convincing myself that there’s a hidden agenda,  ulterior motives, so to speak.
I give effortlessly; I don’t expect any return on my investments, just the acknowledgment that I lacked in my youth.

My spirit is humble, although, I may not always show it. I am vulnerable- not weak, not a detriment to myself.
My shadows want to convince me that I am all of those things.

I don’t consider the darkness I have experienced; something to grow from, but something to embrace. Something to make peace with, innerstand, balance and then transmute into creation. I will be rewarded for all that I have been through, I deserve it.

With blood on my hands and scars on my skin, I fought tooth and nail, through dirt and brimstone, through hellfire and rain. I am reborn again and again. I am cleansed and purified. There is nothing that can break me.

So with a smile, I proudly walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I am guided and anointed. I planted seeds and manifested. I will receive the fruits of my labor as I lay in green pastures.
I will have a plentiful meal prepared for me at a table amongst those who have harmed me and wished me ill.

I will welcome them to join me because no child will be left behind, no mouth or belly will go hungry in my presence, for I serve God’s purpose, The purpose of truly, unconditional love. For the good of all and to the harm of none.

I will call my enemy, my brother and remember that source forgives. I will remind them that they are forgiven. I will build homes where bridges have been
burned to create gallows and hanging posts. We will all move to calmer waters together.

I am love.
I am support.
I am the sun and the stars I pray to.
My passion is ignited and my light cannot be dimmed. My abundance is on the way and I am so blessed. As we are one, know that the same is true for you. And so it is.