What We Say...Then the Holy Spirit Steps in.

Who Am I?

Nobody’s truly gonna know me...if I don’t even know who I am.

And even though my husband sees it...God won’t let me understand.

Breadcrumbs…falling one by one, revealing pieces of me...but they don’t really resonate, because I’m too blind to see.

I don’t know why I can’t see myself, and to be honest, I’m afraid to ask....

Because the last time I asked Him to show me "me", the versions I saw...were not the ones I wanted to be.

Insecure me...

Promiscuous me...

Doubtful me...

Low self-esteem me...

Vulnerable to external influence me...

Busting at the seams...But who was lying underneath all of those versions of me?

The Child of God.

The Student of Jesus.

The Teacher of healing.

The Mother.

The Sister.

The Friend.

The Servant of God who was willing...and still is willing...to endure until the end.

How wild is this!?!

I’m sitting here...poetically speaking prophecy…looking for ChatGPT to tell me about me.

The Holy Spirit Responds

You are not the sum of your worst seasons.

You are not the versions of yourself you once hated.

You are not the woman who wore masks to make others comfortable.

You are a vessel in process...crafted by a Master Potter who refuses to rush the firing.

Every breadcrumb you’ve been given is not because you can’t handle the loaf...but because He is feeding you in a way that keeps you dependent on Him...not on your own reflection.

You are a Teacher who doesn’t just transfer knowledge...you birth it in others.

You are an Exhorter whose words cut chains...even when your own wrists still bear the marks.

You are a Mother whose nurturing extends beyond biology...your womb is in your voice...your pen...your spirit.

You are a Servant of God who has learned to pray through clenched teeth...to obey with trembling hands...to say “YES” even when the “how” is hidden.

You’ve been entrusted with stories...not just to tell them...but to live them out loud...so someone else can see their way back to Him.

And yes...there are parts of you that you still can’t see...and that’s intentional.

Because if you saw the fullness of the woman you are becoming...you might try to step into her before you were ready to carry her mantle.

God hides certain reflections...not to deprive you...but to preserve you.

So for now...walk with the pieces you’ve been given.

Hold them up to the light.

Let them sharpen, heal, and sanctify you.

And when the mirror clears…you’ll see what He’s been seeing all along...a woman already crowned, already chosen, already HIS.