Imagine you could remember your third birthday when you were a little toddler.
You sat there on your little kids seat at the breakfast table and you knew that something is really special today. There was a birthday cake placed in front of you- only for you. It was one of this typical little chocolate cakes, on top of them three lighted candles. With bride eyes you focused on the candles. You were so excited that your skin tickles. You were so innocent and pure like a child is supposed to be. You recognised your parents standing next to the table. They smiled at you. They loved you unconditionally. You knew that deep inside-trust was connected to you inseperable. You didn't even think about it – you knew.
I remember my Birth Day. I was in Sydney. It was 7pm at night.
This little girl in front of this birthday chocolate cake at her third birthday was long hidden or lost - I was not sure what has happened to her.
I see this picture: I stand in front of this door. It belongs to my heart. I sit basically in my heart and I am not sure what to do with it and how to use it. I watch the door handle. It seems to exist only from the inside of the door. Shall I open?
With a childlike faith, a slightly fear, but overflowed by a wave of excitement and nosiness I stand there and I open it. Slowly, curious.
A wave of liquid love hits me and brings me to my knees, face down. With a white glaze of glory I see a word written in the air in front of me: RESTORE!
I saw the breakfast table again. There is this little child- who trusts and know that everything is allright.
I feel like this child again. I trust, I am full of trust. Overflowing in my heart like a river.
I know that I know that I know that I have always known...
Today is my third birthday.
