My words are pure, and they are beautiful, and true. You don't know what to do with them or how you're supposed to feel. I see you sitting there as these words circle in your heart and into your spirit. They cause you to feel energies and emotion so unfamiliar to you. You question their integrity and motive; yet you feel something, and you know that this something is beautiful. You hold your phone in your hand, wondering, asking, "What do I say, what do I do?" Almost sadly, you set your phone aside because for a moment you're lost: it seems to good to be true.
Don't let the pain and the brokenness of the past hold you back or keep you from becoming all that you can be; it is possible to fly.