Tethered to His Will

I’m not here to play it safe.

I don’t share diluted truths to placate the surface of your emotions—I’ve lived through too much for that. My story is raw. My healing is ongoing. And my assignment? It’s heavy.

I am anointed to share an unapologetic version of truth. Not the kind that tickles your fancy or whispers sweet lies in your ear—but the kind that stings. The kind that makes you wince, the kind that tempts you to deny it because healing often comes wrapped in a pain that demands to be undressed.

And if it brings you any comfort, know that sharing this kind of truth is painful for me too. I am still learning to make peace with the purpose in my rejection, all while still being rejected. Trust me—this isn’t easy. I often navigate life with a broken heart, feeling deeply misunderstood, seen only through the lens of someone else’s trauma.

My hallelujahs are hard-fought, offered up with hands that have bleeding fingernails—holding onto my purpose while everything in me wants to run away.

I’m just being honest.

People assume I’m naturally “peopley,” but what they fail to understand is that it’s not me they’re drawn to—it’s the God in me. And believe me, more times than not, I’ve tried to give this assignment back to Him.

But He keeps throwing it right back at me.