If you are seeking more of your divine power, there’s something you have to do before it will be revealed to you.
Seeking that power, that knowing, that deeper connection with who you really are….I had been making that my prayer for months. The notes in my journal are proof: “Let me wake up to who I really am. Guide me to fully embracing my power. Let me express my gifts in the limitless way that You intended me to.”
Page after page, day after day. I would get glimpses of this power but just as soon as she peeked her head in, she would disappear. I couldn’t imagine why, but I thought it had something to do with fear.
Tonight I had a very enlightening wake up call where I realized that before being handed access to my power on the next level, I had to first learn how to love myself more.
Before power, love.
Before power, forgiveness (mostly to myself)
Before power, letting go.
I recognized all the places where I was still holding onto perfectionism, self-criticism, regret, comparison, unworthiness, and shame.
I allowed my soul to gently guide me to the places that I had neglected to release completely.
And I let them go.
I forgave.
I forgave myself. I loved myself. I accepted myself in this raw and real moment just as I was.
I thought that I would feel broken as all of these pieces of me started to display themselves. I would imagine that, as I hold a magnifying glass to the emotions, memories, beliefs, and thoughts that I tried to pretend were no longer present in my mind, that I would hate myself.
But there was nothing there but love and compassion.
I had a glimpse of how God sees all of His children. We blame ourselves, critique every single past “mistake”, tell ourselves every reason why we don’t measure up, but the whole entire time, God is just loving and accepting us, seeing none of that.
And it’s blatantly obvious to me now, as I sit here in this loving energy that has no motive and no agenda,
the reason I struggled to access my power is because I was hiding out from love and forgiveness.
The desire for power was distracting me from healing a broken heart.
The more whole I feel, the less this power is something I seek.
It just is.
I don’t NEED to figure out where my power is and how to access it.
It’s here.
Inside of me.
And it’s not something I need to display, as if it makes me look authoritative, smart, or successful.
My power is with me, IS me, and reveals itself without any effort or seeking as the remaining illusions of imperfection fall away.
