How to Know God is Autistic
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
There’s no need to let go of the past or the future because I hold it all now. The DNA of my ancestors still course within me. Closer to me than I am to myself. In this moment, my future is made.
Don’t keep love hidden like you do the numbers of dollars in your bank account. No! Share love like immigrants share food, trees share oxygen, and the sun shares her rays. ♡
Love is in the willingness. It’s the courage that says, ‘I can do this thing I’ve never done before.’ Love is in the readiness. It’s the courage that says, ‘I can learn the thing I’ve never been taught.’
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.
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.
Do I have to reach the limit to be enough? The answer came back swift and clear: No. Let it be what it is. Trust that it is good. Trust that what is is enough.
How many times in our life do we set an expectation and then, within moments—within breaths—forget that we said we were going to do something different? That we were going to do something that would require something different of us?
Why worry when I can pray? Why worry when I can safely forget because You—the God who knows, hears, and sees ALL—will and does remember?! Thank You, God, for this freedom. For this liberation. For this knowing. For this understanding.