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.
I am learning that not everything I share will be received as I intend. A few weeks ago, I spoke openly from my heart, and someone took offense. It shook me—this space is sacred to me. But I now understand my role is not to control how my words land—only to speak and let them exist.
And if we don’t heal the root, we’ll just keep switching up the fruit. Until we deal with the why, we’ll just keep changing the what.
To me (and in my humble opinion it should be for er’body!), all of humanity is normal. After all, whoever God created in His image is ‘fearfully and wonderfully made,’ so who are we to decide who’s abnormal?! THE AUDACITY! When we say ‘___ is not normal,’ what we’re really saying is ‘___ is different than me,’ and that difference makes them abnormal. Ah who say so?!”
I’ve been torn down, misused and abused for long enough and it wasn’t until I began to change my words and speak lovingly to myself that I began to live so different. I’ve seen for myself the power of words. The power of love!
Here’s the simple truth: their healing is not your homework. What we can carry is discernment—the God-given ability to see their chaos for what it is without letting it derail our peace. Think of discernment as your spiritual GPS. It whispers when to reroute, when to slow down, and when to take the next exit entirely.
Faith allowed you to ask. Work and action allowed you to have, to be, to do. Do, be, and have all you’ve ever dared ask Me for!
It’s crazy, isn’t it? That in a world full of hatred and negativity, people dare ask a bright light to turn down. Asking me to be less joyful is, at its core, self-centered. Instead, I submit to your consideration: why are you offended by my joy?!
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.
“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.
