The Power of the Spirit

Okay folks, sit down and prepare yourselves.  I'm about to blow some minds.  I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way, but I have spent my whole thirty-seven years feeling like I'm not close to good enough.  It took some real serious soul searching to figure out where this negativity was coming from.  I found a pretty interesting thought/idea.  I realized that my spirit (the person that I was before I came here to earth) is absolutely, without a doubt amazing.  She stands tall, she is a leader, she knows who she is, she has power in her convictions, she is admired, and loved by all whose lives she touches, and she got saddled with me.

I imagined that my spirit self was so frustrated by my lack of initiative, and my shyness, and my lack of confidence.  I figured that the reason I feel so unpleased with myself was because I wasn't living up to my spirit self's expectations.  This really made me think hard for a while.  I felt unhappy, ashamed, not good enough, and every other pitiful emotion that you could guess.

After much prayer and soul searching, I realized...I am NOT two separate beings.  I AM my spirit!  Yes my body has some distinctly different qualities from my spirit, and of course there is the whole memory block problem.  All in all, however, I am the same person that I have always been.

I have felt like it is prideful to think highly of yourself, but in this context, why not!  I am pretty great.  I have made it through a lot or really difficult trials here on the earth.  I have learned mysteries, and mountains of information.  I have raised three children on my own for the last four years, and they are good kids.  I have met so very many people who have impacted my life for the better.  These are people who came into my life because of the change of direction that my life made.  I have overcome so many fears, and confidence barriers.  I have learned to do things on my own.  I have learned that it's okay to make mistakes.  I have learned that I will continue to make mistakes, even though I should know better.  I have learned that we are never alone.  I have a lot to be proud of, so why not bust out the pom pom's and shout for joy.

It is the life that learns little that fails.

Be proud of the lessons that have been hard learned, and the battles that have been hard fought.  We become closer to our divine destiny with ever tear drop, and every prayer, every hug, every morning that we wake up and fight for what we know to be right.  It is hard, but so very worth it.

-if you fight every battle on your knees, you will win every time.