Sitting with her

I’m here with her, sitting in this quiet space, waiting for the moment to reach across the distance within her. I know every defense she’ll raise, every wall she’ll try to hide behind. How will she turn me away this time? What gentle truth, what light can I share to help her wake up, to lift her out of this darkness?

Her emotions swirl like a storm, wild and uncontained. But the light within me is brilliant, overflowing. I want nothing more than to pass it on to her — a spark, a reminder that the Holy Spirit’s light lives within us both. She’s fighting a dark, relentless battle in her mind, the mind of a soldier weary from war, yet I am here, her higher self, reaching to ignite the strength and peace already within her.

I see the shame that shadows her, the shame that grows every time she tries to be herself and feels pulled down, or the shame that rises when she’s free and feels too much, too alive. She shrinks beneath it, questioning her place. But I see her wholly, and I see the beauty in her true self, the radiant spirit waiting to emerge.

Have you ever tried speaking these truths to yourself, I ask her? Out loud, with honesty, to strip away the fears? That’s where I started, and in doing so, I felt the messages, the light, begin to flow. Clarity cuts through the fog, illuminating the path we’re on.

I feel her numbing her pain to feel something — anything. She soaks up what she can, savoring each moment before the next shift, the next unknown change. Something big is on the horizon; even if we don’t know exactly what it is, I feel the same joy stirring deep within her spirit. It’s coming, close and sure, and she feels it too. This time, “soon” feels nearer than ever before. The veil has lifted for those ready to see, and we’re among the first to be called. We’ve endured, held onto hope, never let go of the journey — and for that, a great promise awaits.