“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.
“When I say ‘I think’ I mean ‘I know’ and I’m downplaying what I know because… Because that’s what women are taught to do! But I don’t want to downplay myself when I know with strong confidence and absolute certainty that what I am saying is true. No longer will I hide my knowing in doubt. No longer will I shroud it in doubt like a bride covered by her veil. No, I want to be seen. I want to shine!
Faith and Deeds What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save …
Everyone needs to hear this and know this. And I mean EVERYONE. I believe we already know it, but we’ve become so disconnected from ourselves we no longer believe what the God in us teaches us. It’s the still, deep knowing. Rather than bemoan the season of rest, akin to the leaves falling off the trees, we must instead appreciate the season we’re in and embrace the importance of and recognize these periods of stability as opportunities for reflection, adjustment, and preparation for continued progress.
And the single most important connection I have in the world is the connection I have with myself. God loves me. I love me. I love others like I love me. If I don’t love me well, I can’t love others well, either. So I spent years learning to love myself well. To care for myself. To be patient, kind, protecting, trusting, hoping and to persevere. After all, that is the very definition of love in Corinthians.
