The purpose of my life is to grow into my perfection.

The embryo needn’t struggle to become a baby, and the acorn needn’t struggle to become and oak tree. Nor do I need to struggle to become the person I am created to be.

I am supported by nature in the process of my self actualization. As I show up in glory, my life will be glorious. As I celebrate the beauty of life, life itself will celebrate my beauty. As I relax into the flow of the miraculous, then miracles will find me. I will embody in time the perfection of my true self.

Dear God,

I surrender to the thought of love,

That I might find my way to You.

In finding You, I will find myself,

And then I will know joy.

Amen.

by Marianne Williamson, A Year of Miracles. Day 143.

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