As I sip chicken noodle soup for what feels like the umteenth time in almost 3 weeks, I feel frustrated and tired. As I've sat on my pity pot through the coughing and crying... I give myself this one last day to mourn my sickness...
Then I realize... looking around at Kleenex's, water bottles, oils and tea cups... I must need this time to rest, to gather my strength because great, beautiful things are coming...
I feel it in my soul, I smell it in the air, I hear it in the angel whispers in my ear...
The call of my purpose rings clear, at times the dream feels too big, too much...
But as I sit here in the moment reserving the little energy I have... I breathe a deep breath, I soak it in, the realization that I'm ready... That I surrender, I will show up as Big as God needs me to... that I lean into being the woman I was meant to be...I embrace the work I was meant to do... that God's dream for me is more than I can ever dream alone... As I rest, I close my eyes and dream...knowing when I awake the dream becomes my purpose, my work, my destiny.
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