The Son of God is my Identity
My Self is holy beyond all the thoughts of holiness of which I now conceive. Its shimmering and perfect purity is far more brilliant than is any light that I have ever looked upon. Its love is limitless, with an intensity that holds all things within it, in the calm of quiet certainty. Its strength comes not from burning impulses which move the world, but from the boundless Love of God Himself. How far beyond this world my Self must be, and yet how near to me and close to God.
Father, You know my true Identity. Reveal It now to me who am Your Son, that I may waken to the truth in You, and know that Heaven is restored to me.
It was a writing and performing day. Masses of journaling where issues of deserveability came bubbling up for attention again. It amazing how deeply rooted some things can be, how many layers need to be peeled back. I had one of those light bulb moments during my writing, as I realised how much I’ve been limiting myself by considering myself not worthy of certain things – mainly relationship related. Well. No more. I will not block anything through thoughts of not deserving them. I will be open to all my dreams being fulfilled, and I will let go of how that will be done.
I performed at Artsfest today – did my Don Giovanni piece in the drawing room of the Council House. It was very well received. Stayed to watch a few more acts, but alas duties at home pulled me back earlier than I would have liked.
I’d forgotten how therapeutic gardening is, especially in the glorious sunshine we had today.
