You are not Made of Stone
Blackbird, fly. You are not made of stone.
All around you is proof of life. Write this down. Say it out loud. You are not made of stone.
It’s okay to feel the bad feelings. The childish feelings. I am FATHER. You are my child. You will ever see perfection this side of heaven. And you are not made of stone.
Read it out loud. People want to hear you. Need to hear you. You are not made of stone.
How does that Blackbird fly? Very well, because she’s Mine. I gave you Phoenix dragonfly wings, in son-shined-through-brilliant colors. And you are not made of stone.
You want to tell them all how beautiful they are. How marvelous. How beloved. That’s because you see them more with My eyes than you see yourself. It’s your birthday today. Do you know, people you don’t even know are celebrating your birth—the very fact you are here on this Earth? Spell it right, spell it wrong. You are NOT made of stone.
Blackbird fly. Shine. Be all sides of what I have given you. Unfurl your wings and sing every note I’ve given you. Your heart IS a heart of flesh, and you are not alone with me in your wilderness. I gave you people to walk with. To fight with. To be loved by. You are beloved and you are good. You are righteous, and you are NOT made of stone.
Feel it. Feel it all. Go after that dream. And smile with your cello-shaped body. It’s Yours. I gave it to you. It is more than just skin, muscle, and bone. You are a healed, whole thing. You are not made of stone.
Blackbird, fly. Your wings are no more clipped than the ocean is held back. Breath THAT in. Speak it out. You are NOT made of stone.
You are Mine. Made of love. Made of prophecy. Made to love. Made to prophesy. You are not made of stone.
You are made of My blood. My flesh. I broke for you on your nastiest day. And here we are. Stand in your power, my princess. My child. My blackbird. Fly.
Because you are not made of stone.