A few days ago, Mark and I took my sleigh in for a check-up. I noticed this very slight vibration in the steering wheel and had no idea what it could be.

As we stood there at Sears, a young couple caught my attention. They had three children of their own, and one of the youngsters looked to be at least 12, so I knew they couldn’t be that young. I kept looking over at them, almost like I was glued energetically to them. All of a sudden, in my mind I saw them as little kids in adult clothes.

I know I fell into their energy, and I could feel their fear… money, tight, car repairs, *gulp*…and kids need shoes, clothes, sports, summer camp.

It made me think about a time about a year ago when everywhere I went all I saw were children – the inner child of every person was all I could see. It was quite unnerving, and I just wanted it to stop. And it finally did.

So here I am, standing in the auto bay at Sears experiencing this again, and I am wondering what I need to know. Why are you here?

This is what I learned…

We are all children. We are loved just like these children are loved by their parents, and the children’s children are loved, and on and on it goes in an infinite loop of love.

When we go into fear it is because we feel we need to know the answer – that we must need to have the answer. When we try to know this with our little finite minds, it will never work. It will never feel good. We will feel limited because we are using that part of us that is limited. When we open up to the greater part of who we are – that which is infinite – then we will experience infinite everything – infinite love, infinite resources, infinite support.

And, when we begin to be the children of God that we truly are, we will be like children again…trusting, loving, playing…infinitely provided for in all that we are.

I love you… no matter where you are, no matter what you have done, no matter how you feel about yourself… I love you. Pass the love on…

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