Until the end of time, we will wait for you.

It is sometimes difficult to understand your own importance. It is easy to think: How can I matter that much in the scope of something so large and of change so phenomenal? How can my small, small piece matter at all?

Aren’t I just a crumb of sand in the desert?

Does the desert know of each piece of sand that it contains? No, it does not. It is merely the desert, and the sand is merely part of it. The desert cares not if one piece of sand goes awry or decides to walk out. If a small piece of sand says, “I will no longer be a piece of sand in your desert; I am moving,” does the desert care? No, not at all. It replies, “Meh, you may walk out. I am still the desert without you.”

This is what the human mind projects upon its own contributions.

This is so, so untrue.

In fact, it is the opposite.

Because in this Light Desert there are billions of pieces of sand. Each one of them is one of you. Yet every one of you occupies a space that cannot be occupied by any other grain of sand.

If one piece of sand stands up one day and says, “Meh, I’m done” and walks out, all the other kernels of sand know its absence and dearly miss its presence. Every other piece of sand knows that that spot, now vacant, will never be filled.

Until the end of time, this Light Desert will wait for that piece of sand to decide to come back.

‍ ‍Mary (Chapter 14, Until the end of time, we will wait for you)