To the Woman with a Dying Heart
To wake up every morning to the painful irony of darkness. The physical and very real ache in your stomach reflecting immense emotional agony.
I'm no stranger to mascara stained pillows and lonely movie nights and sticking my head in the freezer to un-swell my puffy eyes. I have felt unimportant. I have felt alone. I have felt purposeless. I have felt shame and deep regrets. I have lost myself. I have felt wholly and utterly unloved.
I've made bad decision after bad decision punishing myself for my unworthiness.
Let my story spark a small light within you, for after all these things which imprisoned me for so long...
I found myself.
Through a knowing. An awakening of why I exist. Here is what I know to be true, and it's very important that you listen. That you understand. Your very life depends on hearing and believing the following sentence.
You are LOVED.
It's no coincidence you came across this letter. These words intercepted your path because you needed them. Because you are worthy of them. Because someone cared enough for you to inspire me to write them. Divine synchronicity delivered this letter to your vision, so you could steep the message deep within your soul and remember what you were born already knowing.
My dear one.
Your value is not proportionate to your career achievements, successful romantic relationships, outward appearance, bank account, failures, talents, or how many friends you have. It has nothing to do with the men who have not honored you. The ones who put conditions on your love. That kept score of your right and wrong doings.
The ones who gave you no effort. That abandoned, betrayed, or abused you. None of that had anything to do with you not being good enough. It had to do with their own lack or absence of self Love, for what one doesn't have he simply cannot give away.
Sweet one it is your heart and only your heart which makes you valuable. And yours is gentle and beautiful enough to illuminate the world. I know that more than your need to be Loved, is your thirst to Love others, to Love humanity.
But to do so you must open your heart again. You have to release the attachment to this pain and hopelessness.
I invite you to rest and breathe in My Love for you. Feel My Love seeping in, filling the cracks of your shattered heart. Remember, this message was written for you. You can let the heaviness go now. It's ok. You can leave this hurt version of yourself here with this letter. Let her go. Give her to Me. She is not you.
You were born to experience Bliss and Grace and Hope and Joy and Love.
These things are your birthright. As a child you knew this to be true, then the countless voices of the world and the tremendously painful experiences caused you to forget this vital truth. Remember her, who you were when you were so very young? The innocence of believing in all that is Good, all that is Beautiful, and all that is True? Run back to her. Run back as fast as you possibly can, that is who you really are.
Be kind to yourself. Stop those persistent thoughts of self-hate. Do things that make your heart sing. Surround yourself with good people. Explore your gifts. Focus on every blessing. Spend time in nature. Fall in Love with yourself. With your Real Self.
Reach in and grasp any Love, any happiness you have left and give it away to someone disheartened. By doing so, just like the sadness that so thoroughly devoured your life, so will Love rush in and manifest in profound abundance. For a gift of Love from a broken heart is a thousand fold more powerful than any other deed.
Should a book happen across your path coincidentally filling an ache or answering a question inside; should a Love song happen to come on the radio in the very moment you're feeling lonely; should you be in a public restroom and see "Grace" graffiti with sharpie on the stall wall; should you accidentally overhear an inspiring conversation; should a recurring topic be continuously brought up in multiple and different situations; these are all clues. Know that it is within these kind of circumstances that you will hear My voice and direction.
Like when you stumbled upon To the Woman with a Dying Heart and within found just what you needed to hear. At just the right time. That, My beloved, is how prayers are answered.
Honor the precious life I gave you by fulfilling My only desire for you. It is all I ask of you. And nothing else do I expect of you. There's nothing more I could ever want than for you to return to what is already yours.
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