Stop Worrying: How to Trust God to Care for the People You Love Most
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!
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.
“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.
I logged onto Facebook to find that a college peer passed away, thrusting me into a sudden reflection on our shared mortality. This piece dives into the raw beauty and unpredictability of Mother Nature, urging us to savor each kiss of sunshine and every fleeting smile. It demands us questioning how we choose to fill the numbered days of our one precious life, challenging us to a legacy of bold and intentional living. Above all, it calls us to recognize and elevate the Light within ourselves and others, to live not just with potential, but with purpose.
Life is Not Meant to be Lived in Apology We are all taught to hate ourselves in one way or another. We—Black women, immigrants, divergent …
Time bending isn’t just a fantasy; it’s a skill that transforms the mundane into the extraordinary. By accepting tasks without frustration or unrealistic expectations, I can make even a few hours feel like a productive eternity. Tracking my time reveals how I truly spend it, guiding me to make more intentional choices. This practice of mindful time management has become a rewarding habit, showing me that when I respect time, it expands and rewards me in return.