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Mean It!

 


Hello, is this thing on?🎤

Well, it has been a while since I have released a blog post. The reason is that I have not been inspired to write much of anything lately. When I tell you the season I was in, from a personal perspective was a dry season. it was a period of being off the grid and staying in the shadows.

It was the season of my detox. It required me to be poured into rather than pouring out myself. 

Lately, I found myself searching and in desperate need of something different. I needed more!  

Now, I want to qualify my statement, by simply stating that I needed more than the norm.

More for my life!

My professional life, my spiritual life, and my personal life required me to seek beyond my normal.

I was... no I am intentional about my next season being way different than before.

I cannot get away with a mediocre outlook on life because I want more of what life has to offer.  I want to be more. I want to experience more.

I am not speaking from the materialistic or influential standpoint that many people on a self-love tangent boast about. 

The more I seek is to become better!

Let me expound in this manner:

I fell in love with butterflies because of their story, and their transformation process..starting from a mere egg to a caterpillar that forms into a chrysalis and later after metamorphosis breaks out as a butterfly. This whole process allowed me to understand my evolution. My journey in and through life is revealing something new and different.  The person that is currently here and now is not the same as  5 years ago or even 5 days ago. 

Today, I am a woman evolving and serious about her growth. A woman who is determined to build and create a powerful legacy. A woman who seeks substance and aspires to pursue truth and live a grace-filled life in obedience to God.

I celebrate my evolution, as I am becoming so much more .

 I have dubbed it my "intentional season."

I am living and intentional about life

I am giving and intentional about service

I am desiring and intentional about love and being found

I am learning and intentional about being a vessel of empowerment and change

I am seeking and am intentional about finding what I need.

I am intentional about going after God with everything that I am and what I have.

This season, my walk is different, my speech is different, and my attitude and perspectives are different.

There comes a time when you have to mean it. For many, our words are not our bond and our actions certainly do not speak louder than our words.

Being intentional is being purposeful and meaning to follow through.

Mean the very thing that you have dreamt about

Mean your commitment

Mean your passion

Mean you will not allow negativity and messy people to detract from or ruin your day

Mean your pursuit of knowledge and wisdom

Mean your sincerity

Mean your walk in faith and your belief and knowing of God.

The world is experiencing a whole lot of crazy. It is full of trouble, disappointments and setbacks, nevertheless you must mean to go on and mean to go through.

Oh!  One piece of real advice I want to offer... Don't be afraid of the struggle, as it comes when you wholeheartedly go in and declare your intentionality.

It is the struggle and the process that defines who you become and solidifies who you intend to be. 

Think Butterflies.🦋🦋🦋


Unveiled to be Transformed

XOXO

Keisha

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