Death By Inertia
For more than 10 years she sat at home in a state of inertia, longing for the things of the past, hoping that the past could be her future. In doing so she gave up so many opportunities to discover and become who she was meant to be. The wallow of self-pity that took her into the depts of slothfulness was unmistakeable except she could not see it.
How to climb out of this pit of lethargy and passivity? watching the world go by day after day living a life smothered in the putrification of pity and self-loathing. What would it take to wake up and make a change? To smell the coffee - to launch oneself into being the best that she could be.
Only forgiveness of self would allow this to happen. Forgiveness for the errors made in life, forgiveness for doubting herself, forgiveness for not listening to conscience and that inner part of the self that tried to prevent her from making mistakes that would shadow her for the rest of her life. Only her clinging to her creator would allow this forgiveness to work its way through the morass of guilt.
The creativity that lay to waste within the slothful being had to be awakened. Books lie inside of you, children and future generations lie inside of you, love unsurmountable lies inside of you. Craft projects lie inside of you, your PHD lies inside of you and the Doctor of Business Administration lays in side of you. You are the seed through which generations will be blessed. Wake up my love and nuture your being. You have change to make yours latter years count as you become the best of you.
No one can do this for you my sweet, all the sewing projects you dream of, complete them ! All the poetry within means that you are pregnant with purposed! For the rest of your life I want you to beat the crap out of every day that is given to you in search of your best self. Wander no more into inertia and slothfulfess but feel the hand of God in your life as he walks with you, leading you into purpose. You are blessed my child, you are forgiven my child, you are loved by me and my holy angels my child. We will continue to be with you, to guide you and to strengthen you until you find your best expression of yourself.
Like I breathed the breathe of life into my first creations, so I breath my breath of life into yoru days and nights. I breath my grace into your lifte and call death to the inertia that followed lyou. Instead I give you beauty for your ashes, I give you life and purpose, I give you strength and and giftings beyond anything you can imagine. Go out and live life to the fullest, go out and be the perfect expression of Gods creation. Go out and be the best you you can imagine with creativity and the value of your worth in my eyes uppermost in your mind.
GO OUT AN BE BLESSED AND BRING DEATH TO THE INERTIA THAT TRIED TO STIFFLE THE LIFE I HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU.
Copyright © Carla-Dale Neptune | Year Posted 2017
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