On the edge of oblivion you are in the throes of extreme labor…

No physical pain.

Worse; a broken, aching heart from the wound you have carried your whole life.

You didn’t realize it until now, when you caught a glimpse of the truth that you might have been holding on to a wound (or spirit) since before you were conscious.

Letting go seems like releasing all control… something that is counterintuitive.

It’s alright.

You can let go.

I’m here.

I was there when you were formed in your mother’s womb and I have a plan for your life which gives glory to your creator.

You are beautiful.

Because I made you beautiful.

And this process will allow you to shine more than you ever imagined possible.

It’s O.K. just let go.

I AM here.