Sit in the sun and drink up heaven. The clouds that fill the sky call you to name them into shapes or creatures sparking imagination and discovery. Sometimes, the clouds are so beautiful there are no words to describe their majesty. Just as there are no words to describe your majesty. I’ve heard it said that heaven is so inexplicably beautiful, that humans don’t have the capacity or language to convey its brilliance. Remember, this was your original home. The stars that aligned just right to form you were nothing short of a miracle and only miracles come from places like heaven.

Maybe the words that you heard as you grew up did not inspire feelings of majesty. Those words hurt you, left you feeling less than and taught you the only way to feel worthy was to hustle to please everyone but you. Maybe you tried to be something you’re not because you were made to feel that who you are didn’t deserve to wear the crown of worthiness. You feared making mistakes because you only felt worthy when you didn’t make them. You didn’t learn that only through mistakes do we become learned, steadfast in who we are and wise. You weren’t taught that only in feeling defeated, do we have the opportunity to get stronger and develop a better understanding of ourselves and others. If you were reminded to embrace your humanity, you would have carried less judgement of self and others. It would have been easier for you to see the beauty in being imperfect. The imperfect draw others into their glow because they cover their audience with the light of understanding because they do imperfect too and are perfectly fine with that.

Maybe heaven’s language of love wasn’t spoken much because the language of nonacceptance surrounded you. When you tried to speak your native tongue, maybe no one really listened to your story. So, you dimmed your light feeling more like a mistake than a miracle and did everything you could to hide those feelings, numb them or perform like crazy thinking that you could earn worthiness or at minimum be seen or heard. No one taught you that worrying about what others think does not bring worthiness but only wears you down and makes you angry. Some of your people probably didn’t know that heaven gave us anger to highlight injustice, knowing that when a spirit breaks, it’s light becomes dimmer and can limit it’s potential to shine. You didn’t learn that you can take that anger and use its fuel to stoke your light and the light of others instead of taking the anger out on yourself or anyone else.

If your native tongue of love has gotten rusty and it’s hard to hear your voice, heaven will remind you what it sounds like and how to use it. Heaven put clouds in the sky to highlight the beauty of uniqueness and invite us to become active participants in creating our own masterpieces despite working with broken crayons. Rain clouds keep us humble as we learn to appreciate the lesson of letting go by watching tears drop from the clouds in drizzles or pours. But the clouds that stir our souls, encourage creativity and remind us to use our imagination to make beauty out of darkness, that’s majesty. Please wear your crown proudly.

Questions/activities to ponder or good journal prompts!

1. Take some time to look up. What do you feel, hear or sense as you gaze at the heavens?
2. What words have you heard that have left you feeling less than majestic? Comfort yourself with new words. What would say to yourself now or when you were a child that would remind you of your grandeur.
3. Anger has its place as it often highlights injustice. How have you used your anger to improve your circumstances or the circumstances of others?
4. How has your uniqueness, one-of-a-kind imagination and perseverance moved you in a better direction or led to a better outcome despite working with “broken crayons”?
5. Clouds teach us the importance of release as living examples of dropping water they can no longer hold. What do you want to let go of?