My day started at 3am. Since I started school, I always wake up around 3. At first, I was angry because I have to get up at 6am. In the second week of school I just decided to embrace it. I started using it as a time to meditate and I would ask God what I was supposed to be doing. Was there someone I should reach out to? Was there something I should know? And lately I’ve been getting some powerful answers. [Going back to school has ignited something inside of me. Maybe it’s my spirit in motion. Maybe something was awakened that has been dormant below the surface. Whatever it is, I feel it deep down inside. It speaks to me.] This morning all the ladies in my class popped into my head. It was like I could see all the troubles they were experiencing and that a lot of them needed some encouragement. I could literally feel it in my bones. At first, I tried to shake it off. I don’t know any of these ladies on a personal level and didn’t want to offend anyone. But, once I got to school I felt compelled to hug one classmate in particular, so I did, I whispered words of encouragement and she began to cry. I then knew I had to follow my instincts no matter what. I asked the teacher if I could have a moment to speak to the class. As I began to share my story and my history of depression, I kind of left my body. I felt warm inside. The ladies in my class began to cry. Some consoled others and the more I shared the more love I could feel in the room. One person got angry and walked away while I was speaking. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and after it was all over, I wondered if I offended her. It wasn’t my intention. All of the others ladies embraced each other. One began to have a panic attack. I took her outside and comforted her until she was able to calm down. Once I came back into the classroom, it was a beautiful thing. They all thanked me and said it was what they needed. One person said “I didn’t want to hear what you were saying but I needed to hear it.” And the young lady that walked away in anger? She later confided in me that she was angry because I reminded her of her mother when she was well. Her mother is battling emotional disorders. She thanked me as well. These are the 5 lessons I learned from this experience.
1. Always follow your instinct. Even when you don’t understand it. There is something deep down inside you that will always point you in the right direction. That gut feeling. That “knowing that you know that you know.”
2. Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable. Imagine if I didn’t share my story because I was afraid someone would see my weaknesses. Your ability to show your weakness is actually a strength. If you pretend to be strong all the time, it will eventually break you down.
3. Walk in your truth. I am constantly transparent. I don’t mind sharing because I know we are here to help each other. By walking in your truth, you can be a beacon of light. Someone is always watching you.
4. Love is universal. There are ladies of different cultures, races and religions in my class. Before I spoke I explained what God is for me and that I realize that is different for everyone. I respect the differences of those around me. When you allow love in, it speaks without speaking. In these ladies I have found a new family to love.
5. Recharge. After this exchange of energy my body was depleted. I know it was because I allowed God to use me. I didn’t speak for the rest of the day unless necessary. What I noticed what that I had given so much to everyone in that room that I needed time to recharge myself. So I’ll be going to bed early tonight so that I can take care of me. You can’t serve from an empty vessel.
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