Surrendering Survivor

A prayer from the heart


God, if you can hear me know, I'm whispering to you. Soft so that no one else can hear me, yet strong, because I am determined.

I am determined not to let this slip. This plan of mine that wandered in, placed itself in front of me, demanding my attention.

This plan had been moulded in my mind and treated with utmost care and attention, although sometimes pushed at he back of my mind, sort of ignored. Or maybe disbelieved?

But today, it has come forward. It is shining in front of me. Demanding attention, it reveals its innermost hope: me.

Me?

Yes you, says the plan.
You are my hope.
You are the only one who can make me come real, make me alive.

You have the strength to complete me, in ways you cannot even imagine.
My Creator, the one who first brought me to you, has a message to give. He says:

"This is your plan, given to you as a simple flash of idea, moulded in your mind, growing stronger and bigger. Within you lies the power and the tools to release it. Turn it in to all it was meant to be. For this I tell you: this plan was never meant to be just a plan. As an embryo it would grow, turning into a healthy child. I give you all the power, it is already been organized. All you need to do is step out, use the tools, embrace the power."

This my Creator told me, says the plan, and He also wanted to tell you this:

"I believe in you. You are here to accomplish."

And so this plan of mine, this determined little fellow who is demanding all of my attention; I am not going to let it slip away. I will follow it, I will embrace it, and yes, God, I will make it come to life. Using the power you have given me.
I, a woman of God, Your beloved, shall never give in. I will stand and I will fight and together, as you have told me, we make this plan come to life.

When learning my reaction, the plan smiled, bowed, let out a joyous laughter, and ran back to its Creator. The Creator, upon hearing the good news, lit up a smile so big that darkness fret and flew.