Speaking and living from your heart is a weird-ass gift.
You feel all of these things, and you have to share them with whoever is listening.
Cricket, crickets, crickets.
You start to wonder where you went wrong in what you said. You sit there looking around like, hey, I just said this doesn’t this mean something?
As you sit in quiet, remember you’re being used, and it’s not your business how your gifts are being received. If you’re supposed to share it, then share it. You know exactly what I am talking about.
That was my lesson today from the moment I woke up to this moment now.
It is not my business to know what God is using me for, and it’s not for likes or feedback.
If I wrote a poem and shared it, then it did what it was supposed to do.
My sister asked who I was, and I told her.
I am not only a child of God, but I am ME
That means I am whoever you need me to be because God speaks through me.
Who am I when I sit alone?
Someone who connects to God in all of the things that make me happy.
Who am I in a partnership?
Someone who loves unconditionally and builds the person through love and understanding, so that when they go out into the world, whoever they come to across meets God through them.