“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
Only you can cry your tears, dear. No one else can cry them for you. Holding your pain in only hurts you. This is why your chest is tight.
Each person has a plot of the garden of life to tend to. Only you can pull the weeds you are meant to pull. You cannot pull weeds for others and others cannot pull weeds for you. In your garden you are both the Creator and the Destroyer. You choose what lives and you choose what dies.
Let go of these weeds, my child. It prevents you from grasping the beauty of love. You hold onto the weeds in fear. But fear not, for you are loved. Fear not, for you are loved more than you can currently conceive. By holding onto the weeds, you are only are holding onto the pain.
You see, you have a choice, my dear. You can hold onto the fear or you can let it go and allow the light of Love to shine throughout your being.
Love is in the letting go.
Love is in the opening of your soul.
Love is in the laugh that tickles your throat.
Love is in the wind that caresses your skin.
Love is in the smiles exchanged with others.
Love is not conditional.
Love does not depend on the weather.
Love does not depend on how others treat you.
You have a choice, my dear.
You can hold onto the fear or you can allow the light of Love to shine.
Yes, sometimes it is important to surrender into the fear, the sadness, the anger. Allow it to stop time and bring you to your knees. It is in the surrender that you see it for what it is. Nothing. In the face of Love, fear does not exist.
Focus on what you want to have more of in your life. Give gratitude for what you do have. What you water and pay attention to grows.
So let go, my dear.
Cry your tears.
Sow your seeds.
Pull your weeds.
Open your soul to Love.
Water what you want to grow.
Yes, it is that simple.
So be it.
From The Still Quiet Voice Within
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