Where Angels Play (Part 2)

Healing. What a word. What a world! Imagine a universe void of it. How would we survive?

Think about it. We get this tremendous opportunity to relive our lives. Re-tell our stories. Only this time, the way we choose—without dealing with other people’s expectations.

Its plane is wide and open, as far as the eye can see. Available to all, as long as you try. No destination is needed, just a voice inviting us in. Our very own—we realize—the one that's always been calling.

No swords or harsh battles are needed, only honesty and a willingness to change. Create and rebuild, tear down and start again—this playground is where the angels live. Where God awaits His very own.

It isn't something you can see or touch, but you know it's there. Start, and you'll see the layers were only a mirage—the ones built by our mind. Those stories were meant to keep us away.

Meeting the same people you've known all your life, only to find out these weren't people. Not even angels, nor saints. Wearing many different hats but sourced at the same manufacturer—by God Himself.

Which begs the question, how much deeper would you like to go!? The source runs deep and is vast as the sea. Why would we ever leave this place?

Could it be—is this what they call messianic times? And once shown the light, you're just hooked.

Faith is born here. Faith is restored here. Faith is faced here. Things and people are no longer stories or labels—only God's way of saying: enjoy and connect. To one another. To oneself. To the one God we all have within.

The risks involved include the very things we have been craving so long. Craving to be. Craving to exist. Craving to love. Craving to be open to all of God’s glory.

Eyes closed ever so gently, with faith of steel, embrace the truths you've known so long. Own them. Give them a voice. Memories of a lifetime, waiting to be uncovered in the new world you're creating for them.

Gratitude and love are ever-present. Joyfulness awaits at every turn. Certainty and convictions wash over your face as you traverse down to the deepest parts of your soul.

So tell me. What is this thing called healing?

But could you? Like this article, it's all a negation and up for interpretation—of which answers aren't even needed.

Just more healing.

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