“Fearsomeness is false power, and I am not false. Love holds no space for fear. And I AM love…”
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart
Moments of pure loving as we held and simply adored our babies… What happens to those?
I like that wording more than, “I am loved,” or, “I am loved by God,” or even, “God loves me.” Feels more intimate, breathing with aliveness. “Am being.”