Love, Help Me Remember
I woke up, drifting in and out of sleep. Between land of the living and land of the divine. And in my comings and goings, lines of prose wrote themselves.
I woke up, drifting in and out of sleep. Between land of the living and land of the divine. And in my comings and goings, lines of prose wrote themselves.
In the dark, I hear her.
In the dark, she knows the parts of me I’ve hidden from myself.
In the dark, I begin to know myself more, too.
I joined the Zoom. And the merriment and shock and surprise when I saw 3 Black women staring back at me. Could I have planned it any better? NOPE! Y’all know I live for people of the global majority. Not in jest, but in ernest. I have breath in my body to help others like myself. And it was immediately evident that I need them as much as they need me.
Truth be told? I don’t know if I’m “ready”. But I do know I’m willing. So this is me, reclaiming all my divine, God-given power. Standing in it. Resting in it. And being strengthened by it, too.
Do not worry because where you are, I AM, too. I AM—the God of I AM THAT I AM!– I AM in your past, and have already knitted it together for your beautiful future.
I resigned from my job. After 5 months. The environment was too small for me. Not in a “bad” way, but in a they’re tryna put me in a box and don’t they know I’m claustrophobic kinda way.
I’m facing my fears and quitting my job to create a life I can be proud of. Not when I’m older and retire, but now.
Thank You God that You meet us, making our drop of work an ocean of outcome because I know you are a God of multiplication and not addition.
I took much needed time to think and feel in my body (that God speaking to me feeling, the spiritual nudges, you know the one, yes?) and pray and meditate on my next career steps.
I want to touch abundance like I would touch the hem of Jesus’ garment. Just a touch. That’s it. That’s all.