I looked in the mirror and saw sad eyes, slumped shoulders and a head bowed under the weight of burdens carried. Who was this woman in front of me? Buried in sadness and shame , a frown upon her face, she was unrecognizable to me. She was tired. She lacked joy. She lacked hope. Going through the motions, with no energy or enthusiasm.
She had forgotten who she was.
Every day, over and over, she chanted in her head "I chose love. I chose love." In reality, her fear was huge and overwhelming, while her faith was just out of reach.
She had forgotten who she was.
Her laughter had fallen silent. Her smile had disappeared. Her world was dark and scary.
Because she had forgotten who she was.
Until, one day, someone sat beside her in the dark. Someone loved her when she was incapable of loving herself. Someone believed in her when she didn't believe in herself. Someone accepted her, shame and sadness, fears and all. They didn't ask her to do better or be better.
She began to remember.
She remembered her magic.
She remembered her joy.
She remembered that she was beautiful and brave and strong.
She remembered how to laugh and love and play.
In remembering her smile dazzled and power danced in her eyes. Love and joy suffused her being.
She remembered and in remembering she realized that she is powerful beyond measure and the creator of her destiny.
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