No New Friends... Except, A Lot of them..
Growing up, my mom had ONE best friend. I grew up only wanting one because that was all I knew, it was all I had ever seen.
I would go into groups of women, get close with one and then just associate with the others. I kept wondering why I was repeatedly drawn into these groups of women when I had found my “ONE” .. (it was draining, trying to build when I didn’t know why)
I was pouring into one, when I have enough in me for the masses.
(Whew, this might be a long post yall, I feel a testimony)
It wasn’t until a few days ago that I realized that I was chasing after what someone else had . My whole life I’ve been talking about building your own path and here I am chasing someone else’s. My moms.
I wanted approval so bad that I felt like I needed what she had to be accepted.
Often times, our mothers are our first example of women role models, so I thought it was normal.
God kept pushing me into corners because he knew what was for her, wasn’t for me. He was just waiting on me to realize it too, thankful for his Grace because I’ve quit “friends” like every two weeks
Although there is nothing wrong with the “ONE” my purpose is more than that. My purpose always has been and always will be women. In what way? I’m still learning, but it has something so do with just BEING WHO I WAS MADE TO BE.
So, I’m announcing I’m here. I’m showing up and taking up all the space God has reserved for me. Hey sis
Take it up with God, ion know