“Being open to miracles is a discipline and an art.” ~ Marianne Williamson, The Law of Divine Compensation
This is a prayer for my friend. She’s lost her way and is starting to question.
Be her answer. Be her flashlight. Be her map.
Hold her hand through the dark.
Show her the way and reawaken her to what matters.
Let her know you didn’t forget her.
Unclench her clinging hands.
Free her from the burdens of her body and let her return to love—the love she had as a little girl, before she followed the rules and they broke her.
Take her heart to the time before she tried so hard and decided it was never enough, or she wasn’t worthy, before her subconscious kicked her to the curb and encouraged her to settle for less.
Give her a clean slate. Refresh her spirit. Present new opportunities she’s yet to imagine.
Whisper her soul’s song to her again.
Deliver the kind of connections which reflect back the picture of her you keep on your dresser.
Remind my friend what she calls mistakes merely prove her perfectly imperfect humanity and the arrangement she made with you so long ago.
Revive her passion with opportunities offering fulfillment and surprise and make her rise like she came here to do.
Let her feminine come out to dance and play. Brighten the light in her eyes.
Map out all that’s meant to be, and in the meantime, while she waits and hesitates, infuse her with patience.
One day she’ll arrive in that place on her path where she stands in awe and knows it was all worth it, but she’s not there yet.
Please, God and angels, meet her where she is.
Give her your omnipotent kiss.