“Why wouldn’t I give My children good things?”

Is every roadblock a lesson? What if every roadblock isn’t a closed door? Isn’t a “sign”? What if they are for my growth? What if I’m supposed to be learning how to jump over or go around them? Versus stopping and going backwards.

What if our obsession with what comes after this human experience is keeping us from the work Love really wants us to be doing while we are here? Did Love tell us to be obsessed with what is next? Or to focus on being Love to each other while we are still here? Even to ourselves?

What if it really is up to us? I think of the one who buried his treasure in the sand. Out of fear. Instead of letting his light shine. No condemnation; but what if there is so much more NOW? Not just later.

The hoarded manna spoils. What if I only get more when I use up what I already have? Not throw away. Not waste. But put to use. Even for myself.

This is not a Father who is ever afraid. Love gives me wings. Love says, “Let’s go forward.” What if the world is waiting for us to wake up? To step into so much that we have neglected to see. That we have been scared to be.

What if we really are that free?