How the Soul feels its Worth

​“The soul feels its worth because it has chosen to appear.”
~ Fr. Greg Boyle S.J.
 
These words from G, as he is better known, have given me pause. They struck me. They will not release from my unconscious. I feel called to understand the depth of what it means to me on my journey.
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I have come to midlife with a new outlook I never expected to see. I am questioning. I am listening. I am looking at things in diverse ways. What I once thought to be the only way I could believe something, I have now been challenged by my current life struggles alongside my teenagers to question and re-evaluate.

What does it mean for those walking the same path with different stories?

The soul feels its worth when we can be seen.

Our shame, our wounds, our failures, and our feelings of diminished self-worth get in the way of this often. Our souls are longing to feel their worth. Why must we wait for someone or something to tell us when it is time; to tell us that our worth is deserving?

Why do we look to others for our value, when truly it begins and ends with ourselves?
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Our soul has the capacity to embrace that which is deeper, and others cannot see. Our soul wants us to have faith in the unknown and remember that we are on that path to always finding ourselves.

Whether there is a greater being that you are walking towards, striving to understand or whether finding yourself is the pure grace and nature of the soul for which you are searching. It is yours to decide when to hold it in your hands and mind.

In the depths of our souls is the undeniable love, strength, wisdom, unshakeable goodness, purity, and inexhaustible hope as it breathes day in and day out.
 
But it is easier to hold close to the frightened self. The self that screams one’s lack of worth when our guard is down. The self who has been injured with scars too deep to hide. The familiar validates and soothes the doubtful mind.

The soul feels its worth when we can be seen.

When we tell our stories, we do not run. When we feel our stories and we cry tears of joy because we survived them. When our soul homecomings finally become known, then we are able to live the life which we are called from birth.

No one ever tells us who we are going to become and knows it better than ourselves. They may try in the disguise of evil, but our soul speaks to us louder than those who bring us down. Our soul trusts our stories, our soul knows our stories intimately and our soul wants our stories to breathe….

When we are able to finally say that our stories are the scars of our soul, the scars of our life and we are grateful for them molding us into who we were meant to be; we are then able to extend the wings of hope to another and soar.

We can only pray that others see this, that others will grab onto our wings, and those who most needed to hear our stories to come home to their own soul-searching self, will take our hand as we walk into the light.

We belong to each other; we need to be re-introduced to ourselves, so that we can be re-introduced to each other.

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