You’ve suffered.

Corruption, discrimination, abandonment, offense… through words, images, actions.

How have you survived for so long?

You’ve tried.

I see a fire of fury in you, and a surfeit of spite.

You can’t go on like this.

Heart, you must find your purpose again. Awake! Come back to life. Be drained of your jealousy & rage.


I choose…again…for the 128,000th time… to trust in Perfect Love, to let it heal me, wash me, give me new perspective, and keep me safe. I choose…all over again…to believe that corruption, discrimination, abandonment, and abuse are not acts of my Father, and I choose to not participate with them or their companions – fear, fury, bitterness, pessimism.

No one said it would be easy. But, Heart, you have to make a choice: Rot and die in this bitter cold, or just start running.

Come now, Heart. Let’s run.