God loves me.
Because I am loved, I can love myself; I can honor myself; I can have compassion on myself – freely, without guilt.
This love for myself can be represented as a balloon with my name on it tied to my wrist. It has always been there.
Because I am loved and because I love myself, I can love others; I can honor others; I can have compassion on others – freely, without guilt.
This love for others can be represented by other balloons tied to my wrist. Some of them say “Hope,” others say “Joy,” and others say “Healing” or “Love.” I can give a colorful “love balloon” to each person I meet. I am free to love and free not to love.
This big bunch of colorful “love balloons” lifts me up out of the deep waters of pain and woundedness to clearness, to a bright blue sky.* I am flying high!
*This deep water can be a safe place too. I simply face the pain that is there, settling into it without fearing it. I acknowledge it, feel it, own it, and wrap myself in God’s safe arms while it surrounds me.