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Shifted

You just know that you're being shifted, when you're most uncomfortable, less bothered by the status quo and in a period of quietude, where you are just observing it all and you refuse to speak about anything of significance or noteworthy. As you have learned the wisdom of being still and keeping your business to yourself.  All this means is that you are in a state of transition and something wonderful is occurring in your life...

This is it...you are getting ready to expand, where your daily contractions are pretty close together and are preparing you for your season of birthing.

Now one thing  I have realized, is that out of these moments of uncertainty and ebbs and flows, something dynamic is taking place. You are about to be shifted.

I truly believe that after you have fought enough, failed enough, sacrificed enough, learned enough, and have been stretched enough one thing is for certain... you have to move in another direction.

Why?

The status quo is simply not comfortable any longer, and you require something that challenges you to believe even more of those bigger and wilder the dreams. It's a vision that would have scared you previously but now you have learnt that dreams must be big enough to give you something to work hard to accomplish. Now, in foresight,  you see yourself breaking boundaries and breaking through barriers that you would never envision you could of done. Things have changed and how you view life has become different.

This is exactly what is happening in my life...there is a pressing, a breaking, a stretching and a shift...something greater is coming that is beyond me. I am now opposed to being and feeling comfortable in my surroundings. As, I am more secure in being me as a person and knowing that what some people view as a problem, I view as an opportunity to grow and become better.

I have purposed within myself not to identify with the status quo as  I no longer want to fit in, be accepted by the masses...I am ready to carve my own niche in life...I laugh to myself after that profound revelation and surmisd that I just might be all grown up.

Being all grown up,  comes with the understanding that you have been through the thick of it, survived and you are now qualified to call your own shots.

I guess they are absolutely right when they say at forty, your mentality becomes one where you have a new found freedom to  embrace your true self and choose not to follow everyone else rules for your life...you start calling your own shots.

Yes, I'm a Shot Caller...

I am confident now that my future is gonna be lived out on my own terms...I chase what truly matters to me and concern myself with only those who concern themselves about me...Life is less stressful.

I wish I had this knowledge sooner...I would have shifted in over drive!!!

Unveiled To Be Transformed
-Keisha


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  1. UnknownMay 22, 2017 at 9:22 AM

    One of my Church's motto for the year is "The Shift On and The Shift is Now". So, my sister you in the right place. Go for goal, because God gat you in this shift. All the best and continue to her the Spirit's voice as He guides and direct your steps.

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