Krissy, It's Me

I feel inferiority all the time. To others' status, titles, qualifications, education, history, and those letters behind their names.

I shrink in rooms of powerful people and I discount my value immediately when surrounded with the wealth, flash and pecking order of Miami.

I fight it. I don't dwell on it. But more and more I find myself removing my hat from the ring, leaving the arena and assuming I'm less-than.

Living in that state can’t last. I have been shown too much. I know that in my heart of hearts lives the greatest voice, the voice that speaks for god, aka love, aka where I came from. When I take the time to access that voice, I find truth.

Believing what I see with my eyes creates a giant wall, blocking that voice. I've been living behind that wall.

In the wee hours of the morning I was confronted with the inferiority lurking in my mind and the power it has been wielding.

I had forgotten the truth of what I had already been shown: My value comes from my source. There is no pecking order for souls.

So I wondered, as I journaled my discoveries, what might my creator, the source of me, write down if it were to give me a name followed by a title, or letters or explanation?

So I asked. I wrote. I watched the letters form and speak under the pen.

Krissy, Child of the most high God

Krissy, Daughter of the Universe.

Krissy, Beloved angel of my eyes.

Krissy, Mine.

An overwhelming wholeness filled me. I basked in the heavenly embrace on my heart. Peace filled every cell.

To be held by pure love. Bliss.

To be known and affirmed with such gentleness. Rest.

A perfect reminder to me that to find my true identity, I need only ask.

My soul qualifies me to stand, whole, in any room.

I am Krissy.

I stand in peace and power knowing who I am.

There is no competition.

No comparison.

It's me.

What are the letters behind your name?

What is your true title, as the dear, precious, beloved creation you are?

Ask.

Sit and listen.

Be affirmed by your creator.

Love created you.

Love sees you.

Love never left you.

Love is holding you tight.

Love is who you are.

Daughter. Son. Beloved.