timing

by dana

By dana mayPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

I am trusting that it is all in good timing

because good things are worth the wait

and good lessons are worse than mistakes in my life I’ve learnt a lot and the time is near for everything I want to appear

and manifest I pray to the universe

the universe is my worshipper

I worship on my knees

and I know whatever I asked will be given

I demand financial freedom knowing that I’ll be financially free

I close my eyes and I vision money raining down on me

my wishes are the universes command

money is raining on me

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