You're hurt; you feel like you've been hit by a snow storm and the weight of the ice might soon pierce your heart. You're lost; you feel like flowers may never bloom and the soil may never be good to harvest on again. You're lonely; you feel like the sun hasn't risen in years and you've lost sight of the pink skyline hues that whisper the promise of a new day. You're weak; the ground you're standing on feels more like sinking sand than concrete. Your legs are shaking and you don't know how you got to where you are right now. You're tired; it seems as if fighting only leads to more blood and giving up means possibly never getting back up again.

Oh, but my dear child, the snow will melt and no ice will break your skin. The flowers will bloom and the petals will reflect the patience and fierceness in those eyes of yours. You will harvest more than you sowed and the sunrise will capture your heart in a way that calms every wave in your sea. My dear child, the ground underneath you will not sink and you will not fall, for you are more resourceful than you believe. It's time to heal those scars from your past wars. It's time to lay your head down and rest. The goodness you've always hoped for is staring you in the face. However it may look for you, make contact with hope today and take it for yourself. Stand in the promise that you are worthy, important and powerful.