The Truth About You
When I write, I discover God. I expose heaven. I equip the world.
—My “Most Woman” Truth
His glory through my words. God knows how to get my attention. Writing is the birthing room for my destiny and the home of my “Most Woman.” What is “My Most Woman” you ask? To limit its description to the word “purpose” is to dilute its potential. It is the sacred ground where my flaws, my favor, and my femininity unite to reveal how I am to live a glory-filled life.
Writing is my place in forever carved out by God. Here, all the quirks I try to justify to others suddenly need no explanation. Here, I am fulfilled. Once hidden in the tear-soaked pages of four-dollar journals, now dancing on the pages before you; this book is a product of “My Most Woman.” My pen. God’s power.
When are you your “Most Woman”?
Notice, I did not say “Most Female.” There is a difference.
I love being a woman. I love our shapes, our structure, our hues. We are truly God’s design, but our physical attributes can quickly become a curse when we use the blessing of our bodies to maneuver. Focusing on our femininity puts a ceiling on our potential and suffocates our possibilities. Finding your “Most Woman” can only occur when your spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical strengths learn how to cohabitate with your frailties. When your assets and impediments are molded together by the Holy Spirit, you become a force to be reckoned with. It is your spiritual zone, that space where you have the power to endure without dominating and the confidence to succeed without arrogance.
She is a woman who knows she is unworthy of God and yet worthy because of God. Imperfect, but endorsed. Cast aside but kept by Jesus. Oh, to be kept by Jesus!
Oh, to be kept by Jesus
Lord at Thy feet I fall
I would be nothing, nothing, nothing
Thou shall be my all and all
Thou shall be my all and all
~From the Album,
“Platinum Gospel – James Cleveland”
To discover my “Most” was to discover my freedom. The substantive, conflicting, yet artistic beauty of my two grandmothers is united within me. Their words manifest through my pen. Their untapped gifts are birthing my ministry. I proudly embrace all aspects of my past. I am its voice through which to speak. I am its vessel through which to flow. It’s funny. Only God can multiply where we subtract.
“Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid.”
(John 14:27c NIV)
My past is no longer my struggle, but I do still have struggles. The biggest struggle I face now is you, the reader of these words. You can be my cheerleader, my champion, or my critic—it does not matter. There are still times when I resist being vulnerable to you, my audience, when I should be boldly standing on the battlefield.
But I am not the only one, am I?
I worry that as women of God the pretense we put on before the world implies we don’t get scared. We don’t just get scared, we become terrified! We become paralyzed. At some point, every one of us will hesitate as we pursue what seems to be impossible, but don’t stop. Be afraid if you must; but don’t stop. Quiver in your pumps if you need to, but don’t stop. Shake in your stilettos if you have to, but don’t stop! Let your uncertainty be your que to call on the Source that is in Christ Jesus.
King Jehoshaphat, when facing a foe greater than he, remembered that it was not his battle to fight.
“We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.”
(2 Chronicles 20:12c NIV)
God is fighting for us, and when He fights for us we win. We win another day to embrace and expose our “Most” for his glory.
Sista, are you comfortable with the “you” God created? When will you let her come out and play? Or are you going to allow scrutiny and judgement to paralyze the best in you?
Look at where God invests his love and care—you! He wants the world to know his creation—you; and He cares nothing for the petty thoughts and envy of others concerning you. The blood of Jesus is an investment in you, in me, and in the originality within us waiting to be discovered. Stop concealing the GOD ‘n You. I tried. It doesn’t work. The Savior forced my hand. Instead, give the world something to talk about. Give them Jesus!