"Lighten up."
Accept your light, lift my head up to see the sky above, release my fierce grip on my false belief that I am the one who grows things. Labor though I must, I have to also rest and trust that it's true that all the growing is up to you - Maker of all things. You brush the dust off my shoulders. You pour your cool water on my hands, head, and heart, and use your shirt to clean the grime off. You take your time getting the mud out of the cracks in my hands and the grooves in my mind and you pause at my heart: "Beloved, your heart is already clean." You touch my mind again, revealing the places I've been deceived, "You are loved. You don't need to create enemies with your assumptions; they are distortions. You are free. You carry my freedom. Your confidence in me breaks chains. You are already free. You are already clean." You hold my gaze. Firmly. Gently. You hold my gaze. You smile. You laugh and dump the water over my head so I'm drenched, then pull me close into a hug. "You are not far from me. I never withdraw or hide my face from you. I always keep you this close to my heart. You're always this close. Your heart touching mine. Abide. Find your rest in me." Comments are closed.
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