This morning, as the first rays of light broke through the horizon, I opened my eyes with a whispered prayer to the Lord above and to all the spiritual guides, angels, and ancestors who walk this path with me:
"Dear Lord, part the Red Sea for me!"
These words flowed from the depths of my soul, a plea born from a heart that has spent too long wandering through the wilderness of grief and strife. With fear standing on my left and doubt clinging to my right, I am ready—no, determined—to move forward. Because, dear Lord, I’ve got places to go, things to do, and people to see!
For too long, I’ve been caught in the in-between, stuck in the tension of peace and love while wrestling with the shadows of uncertainty. Forward in faith, laced with the echoes of voices from the past—and some from the present—trying to keep me stagnant or pull me back. So often, it’s not my fear or doubt but others' pessimistic thoughts cast upon my destiny. But today, I make a new choice: I will trust the process of my life-path, stepping out in rhythm and grace, letting my journey unfold in lyrics rather than rigid calculations.
The path ahead is ruled not by limitation but by the boundless possibilities that lie within me. I choose to flow with ease, letting go of the fight, the resistance, and the need to control every step. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes, I am ascending, claiming my right to soar beyond the chaos that once held me down.
No more overthinking. No more double-mindedness. I am done with the endless cycle of in, out, up, and down—always going around and around, but never truly forward. Today, I make a choice: I will trust the process of my life-path, stepping out in rhythm and grace, letting my journey unfold in lyrics rather than rigid calculations.
This isn’t my battle to fight. My story, in all its twists and turns, was never about struggle but about surrender. Surrendering to the flow, to the divine timing, and to the sacred knowing that everything is already working together for my good.
From this moment on, I choose to soar. Not just walk, not just climb, but soar. To rise above fear, doubt, and the wilderness that once seemed endless. I choose ease. I choose flow. I choose ascension.
To all who read this, may you find the courage to whisper your own prayer to the divine, to let go of what holds you back, and to trust the beauty of your unfolding. The mountaintop is waiting, but the journey isn’t in the fight—it’s in the flow.
Are you ready to soar?
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