Recently I heard someone say that September is the month of labour and birth and that really struck me. To be honest, I feel like I’ve been in a rut lately with this blog; with what to write about and with what to post and I don’t see this changing soon primarily because I’m entering into a new season of my life, with a new job, commuting and a new season of responsibility and although I wished and prayed for this, it’s taking a lot for me to prepare for it but I’m not complaining. It just means that I have to level up on my organisation and planning skills (🤞).
But in addition to this, I really feel like God has been taken me through a journey of identity. By first breaking down my false images of myself, and tearing down the false foundations that I’d built my identity and rather, He was teaching me to base my identity on himself, on his promises and not on what my job was or how much I was earning. And this is the amazing thing that I have found about God, that when I lay down the false things, he blesses me with something that is much more than I could ever imagine, and that’s exactly what He has done for me this time round. He taught me to be proud of who I am, to be proud of the family that he has placed me into (even with all our problems), to be proud of my church , of my parents and of my belief and of God which was astonishing as I didn’t even know that I was a part of me was ashamed of God. He taught me to have the right mindset and in His process of changing me, he was bringing me up and building up my faith to claim the miracles He had in store for me. And in the end, the God of miracles did what only he can do and really turned this month into a month of birthing for me (and it’s not over yet)!