“It is the Father’s good pleasure to give me the kingdom.” These words are a promise, a gift of immeasurable worth. And what I do with that gift—how I choose to live my life—is entirely up to me. In that choice lies the sacred dance between freedom and bondage, between living in the full radiance of Divine glory or remaining in the shadows of limitation.

I am one with my Father. I live from the Kingdom within, knowing that my life is always unfolding in Divine Perfection. For that, I am eternally grateful.

God reveals itself to me in infinite ways. In the majestic, unabashed beauty of flowers. In the quiet moments that take my breath away. In the sacred tenderness of holding my dear aunt’s feet after her passing, praying aloud so her spirit might hear my words, so she might feel comfort as she arrived on the other side—welcomed by the embrace of loved ones who had gone before her.

God is foremost within me, ever-present in the joy that comes from acknowledging my Source. God in all, God in me, God as me—this is the truth in every breath, every thought, every heartbeat.

I have seen God in the smallest details of life: in the gentle rhythm of daily moments, and in the grand miracles—like the first breath of my children as they entered this world. I have felt God in the tender goodbyes to those I love, woven into the tapestry of both beginnings and endings.

All of it—every joy, every sorrow, every breath—is part of the Oneness. The magical, miraculous Oneness that exists within the One.

And in this awareness, I am grateful. Deeply, endlessly grateful.