In this broken world, if you need to put food on the table and keep a roof over the head of yourself of those you love, then honey, you do what you gotta do. I'm with you. I love you. But when there comes a choice of work that builds yours soul or steals it from you, take the path heaven offers as soon as you can. You are loved. You are wanted. You are needed. Sister, brother, you are seen.
Honest work is done from the heart, from a sense of what is right, loving and decent. In this we de-cent, we put money as a secondary consideration and in this our souls are re-sent, re-energised from the the soul-ether with God's oxygen.
Honey, the only work to take is honest work, the kind that tunes your soul into the light. The money-nexus will always try to buy from you that which your creator will never sell.
This craftmanship from the fingers of womanhood could build great ocean travelling ships, the kind that could weather any storm. In this art of yours, be proud. Pride in honest work is a virtue. Pride that assumes superiority in reference to others is a vice. Let that sense of pride inflate all the parts of you that this world has stamped upon. You deserve to receive admiration for this vessel you are admiral of, your creation and command.
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