A personal testimony; apply it as you will…

It wasn’t until…

I stopped insisting upon trying to fit into the confined spaces. Spaces in which I’d never belonged in the first place, that I started feeling free.

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It wasn’t until…

I cared more about living in my unique, Divine anointing that I learned to

breathe,

laugh,

flourish,

and live lovingly in my liminal state.

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Once I cared more

about God’s Opinion of my choices than y’all’s (said with love), I was able to blow gently, opening the heavy, barred door to the prison in which I’d contained myself.

Am I perfect?

Nope.

Am I continuing to evolve?

Constantly.

Do I have all the answers?

Hell, naw!

Do I ask better questions now?

That, dear ones, is the lesson.

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Free your minds.

Free yourself from everyone else’s opinion of who you should be.

Stop saying “should.”

Life is not a dress rehearsal.

Waste time on small ish at your peril. Not me. I’m all in, in the present.

Spend time in a crucible; it’ll get your life right.

Storms are not punishments, see them as the Refiner’s Fire. Or not. Who taught you that God was hateful?

I no longer have any time to waste.

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

I am clear, even as I seek answers.

Can you say that?

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