ironically, as I went on my purity journey… i found that the dirtiest part of myself was my soul. i was depressed, full of anxiety, + longing for this deep, dark void to be filled. i filled it with alcohol, relationships, + other people. the work to make this part of myself pure was the hardest, exhausting, + most taxing thing i went through.
however, it was the most fruitful, enlightening + FREEING process i could have ever endured. if there is anything i want to encourage you to do, is get your hands dirty, dig deep + surrender every single day.
Dᴀʏ 3: ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ:
There are so many instances where we allow the effects of our experiences to take root in our souls. Now although you can’t stop what these experiences make you feel, you can choose how you deal with these things. Are you often prone to act like nothings wrong? Quick to avoid dealing with hurt/ feelings? All of these actions leave space for seeds of hurt, anger, + unforgiveness to grow into a garden of impurities.
The more I started to suppress my emotions + experiences, I noticed I started attracting the very thing I despised. I attracted it in opportunities, relationships + just about everything else. That’s when I realized the only person that could break these impurities off me was God. I did the soul work, and had some very uncomfortable conversations with myself, Forgave those who offered no apology, owned my part in all situations and I released so that I could give my soul room for God to plant seeds of love, joy+ peace.
refine, verb
ᴏɴᴇ remove impurities or unwanted elements from, typically as part of an industrial process
ᴛᴡᴏ improve (something) by making small changes, in particular make (an idea, theory, or method) more subtle and accurate
through the process of refining, God helped me to become more subtle and more accurate. i didn’t need to be puffed up or flattered anymore. my decisions weren’t confused + wavering anymore either.
Throughout my journey I’ve learned the importance of taking inventory. Taking inventory of my mind, body, and of course my soul. I had to commit to bringing an outlet to any residue that I would find no matter how big or small.
To be very honest at first it was so comfortable to just sit in my funk, I didn’t want to write any letters, I didn’t want to seek counseling or forgive a soul. But then I realized comfortability does not produce change. And I knew I needed a change. So I committed, to me, and my future. I owed myself that and so much more 🤍
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