Unbridled Worthiness

Today is my birthday. I awoke early this morning to the sound of an owl. Listening to his “whoing” I remembered who I am, all that I am. There is something about birthdays . . . I easily give into JOY, I am swept up by LOVE, and notice I am wrapped in GRACE.

Grace upon grace upon grace. 
A LOVE that does not vanish, a freedom that cannot be stolen,
a forever welcome.

And it is through grace that I can now give myself the gift of accepting that I am worthy. In receiving my worthiness I now recognize worthiness in everyone and this is how we extend this gift to one another. 

Wondering about the owl’s message, I see an image of an enormous crater with an immense LIGHT beaming into its depths. I am re-minded that we are anchored in LOVE and can rest assured that LOVE doesn’t know how to let go of us, so it won’t, ever. Our worthiness is a done deal.
No matter what.

So whatever has occurred or has not occurred in our lives that can lead to feelings, thoughts, and experiences of being unworthy, we don’t need to repress it, oppress it, project it, or pretend it did or didn’t happen.

Instead, when I, you, we hear those little voices in our heads telling us
we are not worth it, we screwed up, we can choose to respond:
with a deep breath,
a remembrance of the LOVE to whom I am eternally anchored,
and accept that I am worthy.

I will not look to ego validation to verify my worthiness. That’s a slippery slope, an unworthiness trap. 

Rather, I am resting in LOVE, for LOVE is my worthiness supply.

The demand, the need for people to know and experience their worthiness is high these days. Thankfully there is no supply chain issue where worthiness is concerned, no foreign relations obstruction, no politicizing of true worthiness, and no one or nothing can destroy the worthiness I am, you are, and we all are as One.

And here is the clincher for me; I am not being asked to believe that I am worthy, rather I am being called to accept that I am worthy.
I am not being expected to believe others are worthy,
rather I am beckoned to accept that everyone is worthy.
No matter what.

I am worthy, now.
Not because of something I have done, but because of the
Something Spectacular that has already been done in me.