“If I am bound, my Father is not free.”
This moment before the bloom is sacred—the quiet pause between remembering and becoming. When I believe I am limited, I bind the light that longs to move through me. But even within the bud, freedom stirs. The truth of what I am has never been confined.
To see myself truly is to free God from my perception of smallness. To see another truly is to free them as well. And in that shared release, love opens every petal of the world.
☀️ Truth is safe, and only love is sure.