Sleep....

Waking in the early night hours, breath even and slow I feel the dream slip away before I can grasp it to examine...I listen to the soft who-who-whooo of a resident owl near by, the welcome sushing sound of wind through the trees and thank God for the many miracles seen, felt and heard each day. This miracle we call life...as hard and rough as it can be, a gift. The sweet and cozy lil place I call home, the views I experience each day here and at work...they boost, bolster, elevate my spirit...as the breeze blows free so too my spirit...free of hate, free of strife and chaos, free of fear. Ah...the absolute glory of knowing my feet are firmly planted on the rock, waves dashing against to no avail...storms blowing in and leaving in defeat, limping back out to blow elsewhere...

No longer dear friends, no longer do we need to allow harshness to buffet and push...no longer do we tend those who would seek to tear down, to pull down our walls only to plunder and pillage the best of what lives within...no, as we stand in resolve, as we move in faith those who would seek our downfall and demise, tumble and plummet to the depths of hell from which they came. Make no mistake dear hearts...they live with chaos, with darkness in their minds on a constant basis. I have come to pity...been moved to compassion and forgiveness with the sure knowledge that within the mind of the monster is a never ending cesspool of bedlam, of confusion, of constant seeking and never finding....exhausting, disorienting, turmoil....

God sees straight through to the heart of man and knows...and loves...and grieves. His spirit must weep in sorrow over the desecration of mind and heart...sigh in sadness over the sickness of the soul and how quickly it could all be left behind if only they turned their faces to the Sun, to the only one who can make them whole. To the one who can heal them, with grace...with mercy...with compassion taking on their hurts, their trauma. Instead, the eyes are turned to the momentary distractions, to the elusive and fantastical....creating more discord, measures more of chaos and destruction within themselves with each decision, each disruptive thought, every choice to do harm instead of good...plunging deeper and deeper into darkness, into a wilderness of gnarled trees...poisonous plants...cavernous creatures with mouths open waiting for prey.

It is a dark place, fraught with peril and their only wish is to pull you into it, using your light to shine through...siphoning it from you until you are left only with dimness, with fear and trepidation, with confusion. I would tell you this my friends...the only way out, is to run as far and fast as you can...away. Away from the deep dark, back into the light.

I was so close to losing my way...so close to having that light dimmed to such an extent I walked as one dead, with no thoughts of my own...a base animal trained to obey the master, to be happy with scraps from his table, to live for tiny moments of kindness until the next wave of anger and cruelty hit.

It is no way to live dear lost warriors...broken down, piece by piece...unworthy of basic human kindness, love and compassion.

No...we are each of us worthy of love...of all that is good...of support and commitment...of acceptance and affirmation. We are worthy of what we give out, of the love and forgiveness we hand out...loved, accepted, celebrated, in every way.

This, dear friends, is what you deserve, what you were created for.

Walk proud, stand tall and claim your inheritance...claim joy and healing in your life, it is yours for the asking. Claim love and compassion, it is waiting for you...always.

'I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Marvellous are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.' Psalm 139:14

You are fearfully and wonderfully made...every part, every inch of you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes...lovely in every way. Now stand warriors and claim your birthright...speak your truth with grace, with mercy and compassion...but speak it...true loved ones will understand, will know your heart and lift you in support, in prayer, in love.

I know this to be true...I have experienced understanding, kindnesses, love...for those who do not, it's ok, truly. They are on a different journey and must be afforded the same understanding for where they are...not within your life, but on the outskirts until they can come in love and compassion.

Go with God today dear hearts...know your worth...know your place on this planet we call home and know that God has a plan uniquely for you, just you. You are worthy, you are loved without measure, without pause...Go now and find that still small voice within and live, truly live...without strife, without hate...free from fear and torment. God is in the work of miracles...He will make a way.