just walking around like puppets on a string.
To have everything yanked out from under you is not the end of the world as you know it, it is the beginning. The beginning of breaking free from the matrix and learning that the source of everything is within us all. All the things we have been taught are a nightmare in comparison to what God intended.
There is a great truth in being able to hear God's still small voice in the quiet of meditation.
We are bombarded with so much noise and mind congestion every day from working, running errands and just trying to take care of our families; when are you really given time to connect with your creator? Sadly, that is exactly what the plan always has been. To keep us from connecting with the source of all creation.
In a short while our lives will be flooded with so much truth that it will send all of us into a tailspin. You will feel left without a support system. You will have no choice but to go within yourselves for answers. That's where a true connection with God can be found. We have to put our faith in Him and only
Him.
With all the things that I have had happen in my life, it is sometimes hard for me to have hope in tomorrow. I do get sad, I do get depressed; but I cry if I need to; It makes me feel better.
I know joy comes in the morning.
He gives us a new start each day. I hold onto my faith in my creator. He is the one who will bring me through any difficult times. So I do not allow myself to stay down about life. We have to keep smiling, keep living, keep loving. You see, truth is, love is the reason we are here. It all comes down to love; loving ourselves and loving each other.
There is so much hatred in this world because of our differences. Why? We have much more in common than we have differences. There's just lots of people who have not realized it yet. We are all on a level playing field, no one better than another. God made a variety of nationalities and skin colors so this world would be a wonderful, interesting and vibrant place, just like all the different precious flowers we see; all so beautiful in their own way. Think about how boring this world would be if we were all identical.
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