Hello friends…long time, no bee:)

The last year of my life has been one of the most challenging periods God has asked me to walk through. I have come to really understand and accept, over the past few months especially, that having the experience of communicating with angels doesn’t ever remove me from the human experience. But it does assure me that I am never alone, and that there is comfort, guidance, reassurance, encouragement, and unconditional love available to me in every moment of that experience…and it is for you too.

One of my favorite children’s books is The Velveteen Rabbit. I think the real and very raw journey of the little rabbit is something that speaks to my heart in a profound way, because I am familiar with the often painful path to becoming.

“Real isn’t how you are made”, said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But those things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can never be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

I am never in any less awe of how the angels will speak to us through the most unexpected ways, especially in the moments of our lives we need to hear them the most. And tonight, the angels spoke to me through a simple children’s book and a profound conversation between a wise old horse and a little rabbit on his way to becoming.

I am reminded through this beautiful story about the power of unconditional love, that I too have become real. Like the Skin Horse, I have known what it means to “have most of my hair loved off and to get loose in the joints and to end up very shabby.”

And I am grateful for it.

I am grateful that I know what it means to become.

I began my journey like the little rabbit, desperate to experience it. And I am now more like the Skin Horse, deeply reverent of how rare the experience is and profoundly thankful for every part of it…even the parts that look ugly to those that don’t understand.

All my love and reminding you of your light,