so often
we look for blessings to drop from the sky
like manna from heaven.
but what if
every thing we reached for
was inside?
what if
instead of grabbing
we pushed?
there's a blessing in your belly
waiting to be birthed.
labor pains dormant
for a short period of time
while distracted by life;
but in sleepless nights
that give way to weary days,
contractions kick in so fiercely.
the spine aches as hip bones adjust to
stress placed upon them.
"I'm tired of being in labor,"
she says.
tired of being tired.
caught somewhere between
"I need to rest" and "I need to push."
which one is it, God?
[ Read "Way to Freedom" HERE ] I had a conversation with myself last night, re-imagining a previous conversation I had with God about 2 years ago. God was like, "I'm gonna sit here with my arms wide open, while you seek refuge in people and things that were not meant to shelter you, and I'll wait patiently for you to come back home to me." That moment with God 2 years ago was the beginning of my real relationship with God and my relationship with my purpose(s). As I watched things fall into place, in awe of the matchless moves of the universe pushing me toward my purpose (or myself), I never quite committed to the purpose; I never quite committed to God. I walked around God--around my purpose, around myself--but never stepped in. Maybe this is you. This has been your life for years...going in and out of the revolving door that is God's arms. And God still loves, even when you're outside of the door. God still loves, even when your head is pressed
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