The people who scare me are the angels who have come to show me where I’m worrying needlessly about what will happen to me, where I’m putting ego before love and failing to trust what is.
The people who anger me are angels who have come to show me where I’m setting myself apart from others (and thus, from myself, and thus, from love), where I am failing to see another person as me, reflected back to me.
They are me. All of them. They are kind. They are love.
All the people who sadden me
All the people who embarrass me
All the people who attack me
All the people who ignore me
All the people who judge me harshly
All the people who (apparently) fail to understand
All of them, angels.
All of them, coming in love to help me love.
To show me where I’m out of love so I can find my way back.
So loving. So caring. So kind.