I lost my golden pen!!!!

I heard that cry of shame and sadness from that old friend, at losing something so very special. That pen was carried in the pocket next to his heart for so a lifetime. A gift from his Father who loved him unconditionally. Just as the Father, our Source loves all of us. My friend is alone now, that precious Father gone to heaven lo these many years ago. A Father still trying to send that message from the other side that love is real. Our Great Creator teaches that nothing is ever lost, not pens nor people, just not seen at this time. It is a lot like love, people can't find it but it is still there. Only to those receptive and willing to open sober eyes to the light and what it shines on. That pen that golden pen, is right there, waiting to write a story of loss, and using the experience to help those who had the same abuse. This is a gift of such proportion that I smile at the outcome and the changes it will bring. Find your pen, reveal your truth, your words have power, revealing the story and the outcome of healing is the only way to go from here. LOOK UP, the lights are coming on! I look forward to the stories of recovery written with the pen, the gift of love, we were all given when we arrived here.