I am a child of God. I was created in a blinding flash of creativity, a primal thought when God extended Himself in love. Everything He touches is infused with His wonder, and He has touched me.
The perfect me isn’t something I need to create, because God has already created it. The perfect me is the love within me. I allow His spirit to remove the fearful thinking that surrounds my perfect self, so I might extend to all the world the light He placed in me.
May every thought I think and every feeling I feel be an extension of God’s love. May fear and illusion fall to the wayside as I embrace the knowledge of who I really am. I am who He created me to be, and nothing else is real.”
Excerpt From: Williamson, Marianne. “A Year of Miracles.”