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The Journey to Me

I am moving steadfastly each day trying to find some sense of normalcy.  My life is spiraling...not where I am losing control but where I  have clearly lost a sense of my direction and purpose.

Things are changing rapidly that I lost momentum, and find myself at the starting lineup. Why? I failed again, plain and simple, don't know how much times I have experience failure processing. I have to admit defeat and failure to myself as I embark on a reality check up. I admit these words to myself, saying "Sister Girl, you done messed up.  You did not learn the lessons that you ought and you did not choose the better way. Therefore,  you have allowed pride, fear and your opinion to push you deeper away from the ultimate plans and purpose of God."

Yes, I go through the processing and the moments of inflection and reflection.

Despite, my  failures, I live to correct them and am thankful that God graced me yet again.

My journey is to discover not the Me I want but the Me, that God desires me to be. This was the whole point of me blogging and sharing my thoughts in script. I will transition from a place of uncertainty to certainty. As I say, from glory to glory...

Along the way, I  think I got caught up in everything and everyone and even with self that I lost sight of connecting with the Supreme Overseer of my life at every level.

Many times, we only tend to give God those things we cannot handle while we juggle the rest...but God wants it all. He wants to be a part of every intricate and decision making detail of our lives.

So, I made up my mind to journey towards Me...  go after the person that will be willing to submit,  be shaped and molded into the God's version.

Therefore, I am challenging myself to release myself from always being the one that takes everyone and everything on...it's time to let it all go...

Baby Steps though....I am going to be mindful that there are things that I need to release to move forward to a place of knowing. I am certain, clarity, purpose and direction will follow. This is what I am longing for on this journey.

The journey to me begins with the journey towards HIM.

I have decided to LET GO & LET GOD!!!

Unveiled to Be Transformed

-Keisha

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