Sparkle, My Love

She was standing in a grassy meadow next to a wooden fence fidgeting with a top of one of the pieces of grass between her fingers. The fence was country style with two horizontal wood boards between each post. She slowly walked through the meadow along the fence, her attention lost in her thoughts. 

The scenery zoomed out and God revealed a heaviness on her heart. “My love,” God said to me. He was sitting at a wooden desk and I joined him and sat on a wooden kitchen chair next to him on his left. The view of her in the meadow in a foggy cloud hovering a few feet over the desktop. 

“There is so much I would like to say,” God said as he began writing on a blank piece of paper. “You see, my love, her heart has been heavy for some time. The things that are burdening her are not hers to carry.” He turned and looked directly at me, “They have broken her,” he admitted. “But love, she is not meant to be broken. She carries these burdens because she believes…,” God paused and interrupted his thought with a loud sigh. “She deserves joy. She deserves love. She deserves to sparkle.”  

In the meadow, the grasses around her began to twinkle and sparkle as if they had the tiniest lights affixed to every leaf. Beautiful music played from the heavens igniting the lights to lift off of the grasses, the most delicate golden, glittering, sparkling lights hovered around her. The lights slowly began to move, to dance around her, forming the most amazing light show and display. She was mesmerized by the movement and flow, the dancing and swaying, the ease of the graceful energy that she could feel.

The lights lifted high above her forming a cloud. The tiniest droplets of healing rain fell over her, “Receive, my love,” God whispered to her soul. 

She took a deep breath to receive but held her energy closed, tight, and restricted. 

God closed his eyes and gently nodded his head up and down. He moved farther away, stepped back at a distance and then whispered softly to her soul, “You are safe. You are loved. You are worthy. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of joy. You are love. You can love. You are not broken. You are a beautiful spark of light. The world wants your love, whatever love you are willing to give. You need not give all of your love. Give the love you choose to give.”  

The healing rain of golden light fell again like a soft summer rain. A gentle healing, delicate and  loving. This time, when she took a deep breath, she breathed in a drop of the golden light. 

Her soul stepped out of her body and looked at God at a distance and smiled in gratitude and then just as quickly returned to her energy. 

The fence disappeared. 

“Receive, my love, receive,” God whispered to her, this time, his words floated on a gentle breeze, floating up and down across the meadow like waves moving from an ocean breeze. His words gently floated by her ear and she felt the soft breeze on her face. 

White light illuminated from within her soul, starting in the middle of her chest. As the rain fell, the light grew and grew until her energy was illuminated top to bottom from the inside out. The rain stopped. 

After a few moments, her energy began twinkling and sparkling just like the light on the meadow grasses. 

I was back in God’s office and my attention was drawn to the paper on God’s desk, he had written, “Sparkle, my love.”