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.
You can let go.
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.