“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

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Maryanne Williamson quotes

So the young girl looked up at the man, his eyes were like oceans, reflecting the sun. Gold caressing the pupil then blue lapping greedily at the gold. His skin glowed slightly and his breath smelled of flowers, rain, and love. Something about him made her sure he was trustable. Slowly, she walked up to him, placed her small, delicate hand on his cheek. His skin was warm and inviting. The man placed his much larger, yet still soft hand on her head. Promise and love filled his eyes, small swirls of gold. Warmth filled her when he smiled and she smiled back.
“How are you my child?” He asked gently.
The girl stayed silent, but looked over to her older sister. There, in the shadow of the tall oak tree, sat a girl so consumed with pain, it was difficult for the man to look at her without having tears fill his eyes. Her heart was broken along with her usually jovial spirit. Darkness plagued her at every turn, she was lost. Like a small child in a large store. Seemingly forever lost and scared. She just needed to reach out and ask for a hand. The man would be there. To support her, hold her, and love her always. Just as he was always waiting to do.
The young girl placed her small hand in his and pulled him toward her older sister. They crossed the sunny field and the man stopped at the edge of where the shade blocked the sunlight. The child walked to her sister and held out her hand. A smile spread across the man’s face, sunshine spilling into the shadows, warming the sad girl.