The day you made yourself a person, you took—perhaps unknowingly—every possibility, one by one, and claimed it as yours.
You called it into being.
This is the power within your creativity, within your childlike, innocent nature: to fail, to succeed, but never to lose sight of the One who made it possible.
The moment you do, you become powerless.
You are left to die within the images you created, forgetting the One who let you become the person living the life you have now—in all its glory, its ordinariness, and its radiance.
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