Little Girl Lisa

Little girl Lisa, never did you ever think of anyone being separate and apart from you, nor were you separate or different from anyone else. You believed if you were good, you had no reason to believe anyone outside of you would be bad, or anything but good.

Little girl, Lisa, you loved with all you had. You took everything at face value and loved or accepted it with the heart of an angel.

Little girl, Lisa, you angered at only things that hurt your soul. Or that your gentle heart could not understand in the human sense.

You offered hope as grace and love as value. You offered up hands for holding and eyes for seeing the best in each person’s worth.

Little girl, Lisa, when you were forsaken, you trudged on anyway with a smile on your face and a trust in your heart.

Pureness ran through your blood stream and all that dared to dirty it were syphoned out through the most intricate filter. Though some remain, you were vigilant to move unencumbered by that truth.

Little girl, Lisa, though you never felt heard and you often had to prove yourself beyond each person’s measure, disavowed, you held firm believing you would be vindicated. I carry you in me with all your stories and all your heartbreak.

I am here to tell you, it is ok to let all that go.

I am here to hold the hand of your redemption in mine, yours, ours, knowing that all the love, all the truth, all your sorrow, all your pain, all your hope, and every drop of rain has served its purpose.

It is time to let it flow through you from Source, to Source. Relieving yourself of all the ways you want to make yourself pay for how others view you. You cannot fix others, you can only heal you. Accept you. Love you.

Your world has never been so colored as it is today from these moments. And you are the gentle, loving, honest soul who walked the earth since the beginning of time. No less worthy an ear to hear, a heart to love, a hand to hold.

But I hear you. I saw you. You are affirmed in me. And that is enough.

Little girl Lisa, a new dawn has come and through it you can return to the play you were pulled away from by those who were so threatened by your heart.

Yes my dear, to answer your question, you are for real. There are people like you who exist in the world. And it is a beautiful, stunning and awesome realization…

That a heart that can wear pebbles like diamonds, and mud like the warmest blanket; and eyes that have seen torment and ridicule and still see the most beautiful dance of souls; and hands that continue to lift up others are now so gracefully allowed to lift up yourself.

Little girl….Lisa….all the things that have allowed you to be torn to smithereens were the very things building you up in earnest.

All the broken pieces scattered about and stepped on by the very people you handed your gentle soul to, never really left your space. They were only mirror-reflections for your lessons. For your stretching. For your growing.

Fortified in the essence of you.

The very things meant to break you down were only stories in the grand scheme of a framework you can change and use to climb up to clarity. Understanding. A strength you had no idea was in reserve.

Little girl…no more. Broken girl, untrue. You are merely, finally, lit up for your very own soul. Seen. Heard. Valued. Loved. For all the things that broke you, were actually making you.

~❤️lld