Being held

Maybe I could let me guard down.  Maybe the true self, who I really am, doesn't needed to prove myself.  Before I do anything, I am a child of God.  As are you.  All the things I think I am.  Mere passing notions.  The things I do, where I seek solace, the places I seek to land.  What's already prepared for me, by far surpasses them all.  What we already are far surpasses anything we think we could be.  The victory has already been won.  To sink into the true reality, is to sink into a much bigger field.  A much more spacious field.  I must die to all I attach to, so that I can be held.