When the wind whistles through my helmet, I sometimes hear whispers mixed into it.
“Fearsomeness is false power, and I am not false. Love holds no space for fear. And I AM love…”
Each of you who has loved me has been God’s face for those moments
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.”
Your shame knows that imitating love for the sake of acceptance is dishonest.
You’re unique in all creation, so there’s no objective tests for being your best you. Zero basis for impartial judgment