I’m a soul.

 

But the world has labeled me many things.

 

Good.  

Bad.  

Copywriter.  

Big Book thumper.  

Bible thumper.  

Fat.  

Skinny.  

White teeth—Bucky the beaver.  

Alley cat.  

Mom.  

Daughter.  

Sister.  

Friend.  

Abolitionist.  

Nonprofit founder.  

 

Addict.  

Alcoholic.  

Failure.  

Bad mom.  

Beyond repair.  

Ugly.  

Unlovable.  

 

Kind.  

Selfish.  

Narcissistic.  

A victim.  

A villain.  

A sinner.  

A saint.

 

Labels.

 

A world built on them.  

A world bound by them.  

A world lost in the idolatry of them.

 

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But by the grace of God alone…

 

I found my way home.

 

Not to a place—  

but to the truth.

 

And now I live there.

 

Inside my soul.

 

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I am that I am.

 

Not what was said about me.  

Not what was done to me.  

Not what I’ve done.

 

I am.

 

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We are all messages  

waiting to be received.

 

And yet…

 

so many messages carrying the breath of God  

walk through this world  

only to meet rejection  

and condemnation  

on every street corner.

 

I know that feeling.

 

Because I lived it.

 

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God was the only one  

who ever truly received me.

 

And what He sent back…

 

was love.

 

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Love had never failed me  

before I met Him.

 

Humans did.

 

And in His presence  

He showed me something deeper—

 

how much this human  

had failed others too.

 

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The truth is simple.

 

We make it messy.

 

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So this platform…

 

this space…

 

this voice…

 

I will use it  

any way God asks me to.

 

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An imperfect vessel  

sending a message  

you can choose to receive  

or reject.

 

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Faith in action.

 

“In the mouth of the south.”  

Putting my money where my mouth is—

 

No.

 

I’m putting my God  

where my mouth is.

 

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The evidence of things unseen.

 

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Imperfection is the message I speak.

 

Because that is creation in motion.

 

That is the unfolding.

 

That is the art.

 

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Art in all its forms.

 

Life in all its layers.

 

A soul being shaped…

 

perfected  

in DiVine time.

 

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Love.

 

On earth  

as it is in heaven.

 

That is my soul’s battle cry.

 

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Call it the last days.  

Call it the end of a cycle.  

Call it a dying world.

 

Whatever you believe—

 

Something is ending.

 

And something is being revealed.

 

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So I won’t waste an “about me”  

making it about me.

 

Because it never was.

 

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This entire business  

belongs to YHVH.

 

All I am…

 

is a vessel.

 

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Everything you see here  

is Him  

moving through brokenness.

 

Speaking through imperfection.

 

Reaching through a life  

that was once lost  

and is now found.

 

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I do nothing here  

apart from Christ Jesus my Lord.

 

I have given my life  

to Him alone.

 

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May He be glorified  

in His way  

through all I do.

 

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A child of God.

 

Nothing more.

 

Nothing less.