Please, great mother, show me how to care for and protect this tender heart you gave me.
Child of love,
Bless you, our sweet child and cherished one. Bless you with love as sweet as blossoms opening for the sun.
This too, dear, is how protection becomes you.
Open for the sun.
But to do so, you must know Him.
You must know the depth of fertile soil and the texture and density of the seeds that fill Her. It is balance and harmonious exchange, love.
He is abundant, ever-piercing and as reliable, constant, and filling as the true sun in heaven.
You protect as you connect.
Turn open. Blossom. Wither. Release. Decay. Seed. Germinate. Blossom.
He holds it all. And he is both within and all around. Allow.
Connect and allow Him to hold you, and you will find and have the protection that’s always been yours.
Blessed be.