I went to sleep crying, heavy in my body, carrying pain I could feel all the way in my womb. Opening this message this morning felt like being held. A reminder I needed to receive, from my mother.
Hija amada, que la Luz que te creĂł te acompañe siempre y guĂe tu corazĂłn aun cuando el camino se oscurezca.
Que la Presencia divina te sostenga, recordåndote que eres propósito, que eres protegida, que fuiste soñada en el cielo antes de llegar a mis brazos.
Que ninguna sombra toque tu espĂritu, porque tu luz es mĂĄs fuerte que cualquier temor.
Que los ĂĄngeles caminen contigo, abriendo sendas de paz y cerrando todo lo que no te hace bien.
Y recuerda, hija mĂa: nunca estĂĄs sola.
â Una oraciĂłn que me enviĂł mi madre.
Beloved daughter, may the Light that created you always walk beside you and guide your heart, even when the path grows dark.
May the Divine Presence hold you, reminding you that you are purpose, that you are protected, that you were dreamed of in heaven before arriving in my arms.
May no shadow touch your spirit, for your light is stronger than any fear.
May the angels walk with you, opening paths of peace and closing everything that does not serve your good.
And remember, my daughter: you are never alone.
â A prayer my mother sent me