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Recalibrating YOUr GPS
When was the last time you recalibrated your GPS? Not the one in your car. Not Apple Maps. Not Google Maps. Not Waze. I’m talking about the one attached to your soul. The GOD-powered system. The one responsible for guiding your purpose. The one connected to God. It’s funny when you think about it. We will hop in a car headed somewhere we’ve never been, type an address into a device created by people, and follow it without question. Turn left. Okay. Take the next exit. Sure. Merge right. Got it. We don’t stop every five minutes asking Siri if she’s qualified. We don’t demand credentials. We don’t ask Google…
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After the Rain
In the midst of the storm, we seek shelter. Well…most of us. I remember as a child when there was a tornado warning. My mom was adamant that we stay away from the windows. Me? I was waiting to see it. I’ve always been fascinated by tornadoes, twisters, hurricanes, and storms. To this day, Twister remains one of my favorite movies. Maybe it was because chaos already felt familiar. Maybe the wreckage was something I understood long before I had the words to explain it. Because if I’m honest, that’s what my insides often felt like. Torn apart by things that entered my life so quickly I didn’t have time to catch…
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Are You YOUR biggest Hater?!
We always talk about haters as people trying to block us, stop our growth, downplay our gifts, or keep us from elevating. But how many times have YOU done that to yourself? Every time you said: “I’m not good enough.” “I can’t do it.” “I don’t have enough.” “I failed.” “I’m incapable.” “People like me don’t make it.” “It’s too late.” That’s hate too. Quiet hate. Internal hate. The kind that smiles on the outside while killing purpose on the inside. Because the truth is…some of us aren’t being held back by enemies. We’re being held back by disbelief. By constantly speaking against ourselves while asking God to bless what we…
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Comfort Can Make Cages Feel Like Home
For the longest time, I only attached grief to death. Funerals. Obituaries. Permanent goodbyes. But nobody really talks about the grief that comes with losing living things…friendships, relationships, jobs, businesses, routines, versions of yourself you swore would always exist. Grief doesn’t only show up at gravesites. Sometimes it shows up in quiet transitions. In unanswered calls. In empty routines. In finally getting what you asked for only to realize you still mourn what had to end for it to arrive. And that’s the space I find myself in now. Something ended that I thought I was ready to let go of. I prayed for change. Asked for movement. Wanted different.…