In my latest two-way prayer, I delve into the depths of divine guidance, seeking answers to the desires that tug at my heart. ‘God, help! I feel so confused, but why?’ I ask. In a profound and intimate response, God reassures me, ‘You are not confused, my love. You are noticing, seeing, feeling, discerning. Trust that what you see and feel with my Great Divine Godly Light are Truths.'”
My neurodivergence is one of my many superpowers. It gifts me the opportunity to think at lightening speed, moving as quickly as a bullet train. So fast that sometimes I can’t keep up. I’ve mostly stopped asking myself, ‘How did I get here? How did I arrive at this final place?’ Like a passenger on the bullet train, I have come to enjoy the ride of my own thoughts. To see where my thoughts will go, where they will take me. And it’s different now. So different! Now I direct my thoughts. I no longer let my thoughts direct me and determine my feelings. I have trained myself to think like God thinks. I have trained myself to speak to myself like how God speaks about me.
Adulthood involves reparenting ourselves, offering the nurturing, boundaries, and love we missed in our younger years. It’s about healing our visible and invisible wounds, rewriting our subconscious minds, and shaping our lives according to who we want to be, not just our past traumas. In this post, I delve into what reparenting is and isn’t, the benefits, strategies on how and why I do it so you can, too. Reparenting is loving ourselves like God loves us.
Among a group of people I don’t even know and had just met, I heard myself say, ‘You’re standing among divinity. Yes, we are all divinity personified, but ya’ll, I’m amazing! I am divine!’ I wasn’t arrogant. It wasn’t cocky. It was a kernel of truth. The words flew out of my mouth like water flows from a waterfall—organic, natural, supremely true. This confidence, I’m sure, comes from the affirmations I’ve been writing and saying and singing and praying.
“Hi, my name is Joval.” Now, I rarely share the name story at work with my clients because it feels too personal, so I repeat my name or I spell it for my clients. And each and every one of my clients—100%, 10/10, all of them have remembered my name and the correct, accurate, precise pronunciation. Not only do they remember my name, but they pronounce it correctly, too! There’s this special love that exists in this sacred space where I work. My clients see me, respect me, and even tell me they love me. This space has shown me the profound impact of embracing my identity and the power of a name.
“Celebrate the gift of rain.” It was for me. That sentence, small and full, was entirely for me. I wrote it down so I could return to it. I believe in a lot of things, but coincidences aren’t one of them. No, I believe in God. A God so big and caring that he’d drop breadcrumbs of love for me, calling me to him, ensuring that I know it’s him. Some people also call them God winks. It’s me, I’m also some people.
Between my full-time job as an addictions nurse and attending 12 Step Meetings to surrender my sinful behaviors to God, I am exhausted. Tired. Weary. Social media’s relentless push for change and self-improvement only adds to the overwhelm. But amidst the chaos, I’ve had yet another a profound spiritual awakening. By embracing my divinity, I’ve discovered inner peace and strength. This thing called life isn’t only about recovery and transformation; it’s about truly living and *being*. Join me as I explore the powerful transformation from addiction to spiritual wholeness.
Are you struggling to find hope in tough times? In this piece, I explore the powerful metaphor of drought and rain, illustrating how life’s challenges can lead to incredible growth and resilience. Through personal reflections and spiritual insights, we’ll journey together to discover how embracing life’s seasons helps us find hope and bring about the profound transformation we will inevitably find when we seek. Uncover the hidden blessings in droughts and rain, and find the strength to thrive no matter the circumstances.
Experiencing the explosive sweetness of a plum reminded me of the profound lessons hidden in everyday moments, including that the third isn’t always the same as the first. As we navigate life’s ups and downs, we often chase after fleeting highs, forgetting that true nourishment and fulfillment come from honoring our God-given needs and embracing change. By recognizing our patterns and harnessing the power of resilience, we can transform, heal, and thrive in unwavering love.
