BreakingFree

I woke up this morning with an idea, a creative thought.  I realized that I was no longer lost … but found.  The shattered fragments of my life shifted into place and my concept of self … was re-established.  I was imperfect but learning.  I saw Beauty of Spirit, Clarity of Mind, Heart, Courage and Unfailing Strength and said, “Here am I.”

I remembered that I was a dreamer, always had been, always would be and I stretched into my old self and I fit, “like a well-loved glove.”  I understood or perhaps remembered in that moment that I was Special, that the Spark that had ignited my Soul at Birth was intact.  That all the impossibilities were but hurdles to be jumped in a race of:

“Life to be won.”

 My picture of self, had survived the war years.  Pain was not a part of that but only a tool by which to learn:  that Forgiveness was part of healing, necessary to survive.  That ultimately we have no enemies except the enemy of self.  That there were no Restrictions on Happiness, except those … self-inflicted.  There were no dreams that could not be realized except those we had not the Courage to Dream!  Hardships were not handicaps but mere stepping stones to Greater Faith.  Beyond …yet within the stretch of my hands … is the Gift of Self … God Given!

I am the Miracle “He” created.  My world will be all that I make it.  Humbly I walk, steadily towards Eternity, amid endless possibilities.  The choices … they are mine!   smc