As I grease my body to dive into the full life jump to be what I am called to be, I explore with these words: power ministry.  The origin of the word power means “to be able to be.” And the root of the word ministry is “to serve.” 

Am I able to be of service?  Certainly!  One of my strongest defaults is to help.  Of course, it is one of my greatest faults–to help when not requested, to think I know exactly how to help, to fix someone who isn’t broken, to know rather than to support.

I have the gifts of my intuition, bliss and energy.  My heart is a well carved cup that I fill over and over and over again so it can overflow.  I have my desires to be the flaming staff of the Light, and I have the sharpened dagger of my truth as a tool.

So here I sit on a narrow ledge, peeking over to the cavern in front of me.  I cannot fly.  Gravity of doubt is embedded deep in my cells.  I call on an eagle, a huge elephant eagle to come for me and carry me through this heavenly valley.  Like the Little Flower used an elevator to reach her God, so I completely and thoroughly trust the soaring wings of Her song lifting me up and His strength holding me and the Spirit that whispers sweet love in the heart of my ear.