I woke up this morning feeling loved. This is a first for me. This was not romantic love. It was the unconditional, high vibrational, powerful, creational kind of love which I can only qualify as Divine. Yep, with a capital “D” – this love was God-sent. I was barely rising into consciousness from a restful night’s sleep when I felt this powerful force vibrating in my heart. I was filled with love . . . and it was all for me. I had to do nothing, simply open and receive.
My first thoughts were – “Where was this coming from?”; “Was someone actually praying for me?”; “Was this heaven-sent from one of my deceased loved ones?”; “Was God answering my lonely prayer?”; “Was this a gift of pure heavenly grace?”; “How long will this last and how do I pass this love on to others?”; “Can I wake up every morning to this awesome state of love?”.
As to the source, of course there’s no way I can walk around asking people if they prayed for me. I accept the gift in faith, no questions asked, no strings attached. It’s my job to pass it along in the same manner. Unconditionally. Through my smile, my words, my actions, my presence. And through the stories that I love to write. Can I keep this intense feeling of love? I intend to. All day I’ve been checking back to the feeling I had this morning, and the love is still there in my heart. Vibrating. Pulsing. Energizing my blood with each beat of my heart. How different would the world be if everyone woke up each day to this love?
As a writer of Young Adult fiction, this makes me ponder – aren’t many story plots about love or the lack thereof? At the core of a plot, did the protagonist feel loved or not – including self-love or loathing? Self-loathing can lead to a string of bad deeds made by a character who is looking for love in all of the wrong places. In my novel, Rebels from Olympus, Justus battles with the lack of attention from his mother, only to find out later in the story why she struggled with her capacity to show Justus her love. Justus and his sister, Rosa, work through the tension of the see-saw kind of love siblings have in winning over the attention of their mother. Rosa wins most of the time.
I have been missing my deceased parents so much lately. It’s true. No one will love you ever again the same way – unconditionally as a parent does. I realize that some people never experience this type of love from a parent whether they be orphaned or born to parents incapable of loving their children that way. I was lucky. I knew my parents love for me. Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband and son, and I know they love me. There’s a certain quality of love that I miss. What I felt this morning was like the love from my parents, but so much more. The love from my Creator.
The photo above was taken by my husband a few years back when we were swimming at a local pool. It’s a waterfall rainbow pouring God’s love down to us all. See the dove-cloud flying above the waterfall?
This day, and every day, I pray that you, Dear Reader, feel loved. And then, pass it on.
Ever since three rebellious gods moved in next door, life has never been the same for Justus. His mom plays Twister with a goddess. He gets his first kiss with the secret love of his life. His evil step-grandmother tries to kill him.
Sandy Milczarek 