Old To New Creations

There was this annoying bump that I had on my skin that took the longest to heal. Just when I thought it was healed, I would wake up with more inflammation. Finally, after a couple of  weeks, it began to scab over. Me, because it was slightly distracting to me, pealed the scab off only to discover, I interrupted the healing process. It is then that I realized what happens when hurts don't heal properly. The hurt, if unaddressed, will develop a scab, but the wound never heals completely. At any moment something can trigger that wound to reopen and expose what's underneath.  I began to notice some of my own wounds that, over the years, had developed a scab, but were still raw underneath. I noticed that in my attempt to soothe my emotional wounds over with surface level smiles, hellos, and fake giggles; the hurt and resentment were brewing underneath and where, like that bump that kept getting inflamed, began inflaming my interactions with the ones that had hurt m...

I've never confessed to be better than "us". The idea that I've heard so many people from my past express about the new me that I'm aspiring to be.  My only motivation was and still is, is to be better than my former self. You know, the self that felt "less than", and let's face it-inadequate. The self that struggled with knowing her worth and accepting my own differences. The self that didn't understand how my awkwardness in trying to engage in small talk that were, for me, painful because it just felt fake.  I also didn't quite understand why I had such a strong disdain for meaningless drama. The self whose creative side was just as suffocated as her emotional side. Y'all...yeah, I said it.. y'all can't know the freedom that comes along with not only finding your purpose, but accepting that a more than capable God breathed life into me and placed such an assignment called purpose, talents, giftings, or whatever you ident...

As I was combing through, or more like diving through, my bottomless pit of shoes this morning, I could feel the onset of frustration about my inability to find a mate to each shoe I picked up!! In the midst of my frustration I whispered, "I Can't", as a sign that my search for the right shoe was not only nearing it's end, but that my time and efforts spent searching for mates were wasted and in vain. It was then I received a revelation.  Like the box of shoes is our journey through life, sometimes feeling as though our search for happiness, fulfillment, love, careers, opportunities, and mates is a bottomless pit.  It can seem as if the search will not lead to positive results and in the moment, out of frustration and dismay, you feel defeated and whisper, like I did, "I Can't". Well, back to my story, because I'm certain that you're interested in knowing whether or not I was able to eventually find a mate to a shoe and carry on with m...