Being Excluded from the Spaces that Love Us
I no longer sit at your tables. I no longer am eager to come into your rooms. The righteous indignation rose in me like the sun rises predictably in the east.
I no longer sit at your tables. I no longer am eager to come into your rooms. The righteous indignation rose in me like the sun rises predictably in the east.
Love, thank You that as I am is precisely enough because I am who You– the God of I AM THAT I AM!– made us to be. Help us remember our enoughness when the world would deceive us or have us forget.
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.
But perhaps that’s mothering, too. Saying what needs to be said and not being able to say everything, too. As the space of listening closes and grows smaller, our hearts grow bigger, our yearning grows deeper, and our love grows fonder.
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.
With God, all things are possible. With God, I now know that all things includes the very thing that I not only thought but downright knew was impossible.