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Linda Olson's avatar

Thank you Nadia. What love told you about your heart shards is so hopeful. Jesus, Creator God, Love cares so well for our hearts! Our egos do a number on our heart. My ego encased my heart in a glass box with no openings -a prison. I was afraid to break out, fearing that the shattered glass would kill my heart. Somehow, Love removed the glass.

One day, I envisioned meeting Jesus. I was carrying my heart in a bag. He took it from the bag. As I looked at it, it was ugly. It was scarred and bleeding. But as he looked at it, he saw how it was mended. It was mended with his love. It was mended with the love of those who loved me and cared for me. He thought it was beautiful. He thought it was ready to grow! And grow it did! Love reshaped my heart as he lovingly held it in his hands. He opened new chambers. He cleaned up messages I had allowed to clog my heart that were not true.

Those new chambers are getting filled. I have two grandchildren who now reside there. They make this lady smile. There is also room now for my child self who was told not to cry or be herself for a long time. She is resting, playing, and searching for who she might still be. She is looking for the tears sometimes.

Other chambers are getting new identities. They see people in different ways. They were once angry with righteous ego. Now they see conflict from both sides. They see where I shared blame in broken relationships. Their clarity is not causing me shame, for I am loved, but they are giving me new points of view.

Nadia, keep allowing Love into your life and heart, and please keep sharing. ❤️❤️‍🩹

Jim Bono's avatar

Loved your "love letter". I'm part of a group (the Virtual Chapel) that a number of us have found during our ongoing journeying. Yesterday, I selected the following poem which I think touches on some of the themes you shared. I hope it speaks positively to you and those gathered here...

Praise of Darkness

We touch one another

With defter fingers

At night.

Rain sounds different

Its steady falling

A remembered wisdom.

What if the dark waters

Waiting to carry us home

Slept inside every one of us?

We were loved

Before the stars existed.

We are older than light.

Francine Marie Tolf – How to Love the World, Poems of Gratitude and Hope, James Crews ed, pg. 82

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