[Read this slowly to yourself, once or twice a day, over the next few days.
You need to speak the truth over yourself before the truth can get activated and start working in your life.
You need to warm up the clay before you can lay the foundation. - RS]
I am a spiritual being, even though I don’t exactly know what that means.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes forget to look up from my phone long enough to appreciate what I already have.
I am a spiritual being, even though I’ve spent years chasing promotions instead of my own personal growth and unfolding.
I am a spiritual being, even though I haven’t prayed sincerely and deeply in a long time.
I am a spiritual being, even though I’m afraid to look too long in the mirror some days, worried about how harshly I will judge myself.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes snap at the people in my life when I’m tired and immediately regret it.
I am a spiritual being, even though I often measure my worth by the number of cities I’ve visited in my photographs and passport.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes get too wrapped up in my troubles to think about helping somebody else with their troubles.
I am a spiritual being, even though I’ve walked briskly past unhoused people, pretending not to see them, walking even faster if they start saying something.
I am a spiritual being, even though I struggle to forgive myself for mistakes and missteps I made decades ago.
I am a spiritual being, even though I often feel like an imposter.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes wonder if anyone is really listening or really cares when I pray for help.
I am a spiritual being, even though I’ve chosen comfort over courage more times than I can count.
I am a spiritual being, even though I often feel lost in a world that seems to value everything but spirit.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes doubt there’s any meaning to all this suffering.
I am a spiritual being, even though I’ve stayed in relationships where I neglected my values because I was afraid of being alone.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes make my anxious thoughts feel more heavy and real than the divine presence that is always waiting patiently for me to notice it.
I am a spiritual being, even though I struggle to accept and enjoy any gifts when they are freely given.
I am a spiritual being, even though I often choose distraction over exploring the depths of my own heart.
I am a spiritual being, even though I sometimes forget that everyone else is too.