You are the beloved of Christ. Christ looks upon you daily with a smile. Nothing you can do or ever do will make him ashamed of you. Christ believes in you. Hold fast to your confession of faith, for it will never lead you wrong. You are special, unique, beautiful, talented, and loving. You are worthy. You are empowered by God on high to accomplish your dreams and achieve your heart/mind desires.
There is nothing you can’t do if you just believe. Remember, it’s okay to not be OK. It’s OK to have bad days. Doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you, nor is it a defect. It’s life doing what it does best. Look in the mirror to see your strength, see your beauty, see your power, see your love, see yourself overcoming. See yourself across the mountains, through the valleys, sitting at the feet of Jesus.
You will do great things in this life and help save souls if you don’t stop believing in yourself and the Christ freeing you daily. You are not a diagnosis. You are not a disease. You are not your net worth. If no one ever says sorry to you for the pain, distress, and heartache you have experienced, please allow me to say it in their place. “I apologize.”
You are the daughter/son/child of Christ, whom he places a crown upon your head. You are valuable, worthy, kind, special, wonderful, and consequential. I believe in you! I will always believe in you! Christ is cheering you on. Be encouraged.
You can do everything through Christ Jesus, your strength (and savior). Philp. 4:13 Even if you don’t believe in Christ, I believe your high power will give you the strength you need!
Blessings and Peace Be Unto You, daughter of a King,
So currently, I have very little to no food that I can digest at home. It’s because it’s the end of the month and I’m waiting for SNAP. Mine were greatly decreased last month, so I bought less. And I’m mad! I have a damn right. Because we have a republican party, trying to take away Medicare, Medicaid, and SNAP.
This is a problem. If I am going hungry at 33 years old, and I cook healthy and only eat fresh foods. Can you imagine a mother of three to five kids? Imagine these children in the world’s richest country going hungry so rich people can have a tax break.
Let’s make it worse, there are already work requirements for SNAP and Medicaid. Medicare premiums increase by over $40 a year. Cutting Medicaid doesn’t mean people won’t get sick, it means less money for rural hospitals, closing state programs for the elderly and disabled. It means that Meals on Wheels will end, and those children, teens, and young adults with eating disorders won’t get their protein shakes to keep them alive. Parents are being required to work, but republicans want to cut Head Start and preschool, so how are they going to work if there isn’t a safe space for the children to be?
Are you mad, yet? Because I am.
I make 1283 a month. My rent is 283. My monthly bills are 597.95$. I pay for copays, and I’m a graduate student in seminary school, and I’m shelling out $155-250 for books every 8 to 10 weeks. I have to pay for my disability transportation, so another $100. I also have a pet rabbit, Jhonni Root-Canal, whose monthly expenses are about $75 a month. When I do my budget for the rest of the month, I’m left with $72.05 for the month. Which is $18.01 a week. So, one haircut a month. So before Republicans get all righteous and you believe we on support/entitlement programs are living a lavish life and not working, look at my budget. I’m permanently disabled, with physical disabilities as well as mental disabilities. So, what luxurious life am I living? What luxury of life do the poor lead? Why do those who can afford to rent a venue in Venice for a wedding (Jeff Bezos) need a tax break? Do you think those who voted for Trump really think he is going to keep his promises when, in the first six months, we almost entered a war? This big, beautiful bill is self-destructive for our country.
Are you mad, yet?
I think we need to think of USAID and how Trump and Musk destroyed it along with PEPFAR programs, and now those who rely on Nut paste, rice, HIV-AIDs prevention medication, and even gasoline so countries can run ambulances for pregnant women can survive. It’s estimated that over 35k children and women have died in one to two months. So if you voted for Trump, blood is on your hands. How do you feel about voting for a man who is willing to kill children and women, and keep epidemics expanding beyond the shores of Africa?
Are you mad, yet?
What about ICE? They arrested a woman in my community bringing her child to school. What’s worse is my birth mom, who voted for Trump, that child she used to tutor and help teach as a paraprofessional. She voted for a man when she had been democratic since the 1991 election. All because she was manipulated and now believes FOX News that ICE is only arresting criminals. Obama deported more than Trump. What my mother doesn’t know is that these deportees can now be sent to any country, not even their native countries.
Are you mad, yet?
Where’s the anger at? When I speak of anger, I don’t mean viciously angry or wanting to cause harm. I mean righteous anger, holy anger, passion, and desire.
I don’t want to be famous or well known for being an orator, preacher, advocate, or any of the sorts. I want to be known for my compassion, unconditional love, peace, holding your tears, and carrying them with me. I want people to know I see you, I hear you, and I love you. So many people, including myself, are hurting and feel lost. It’s Pride month, and as a community, it’s hard to celebrate because we are fighting for justice, peace, and solidarity. I think the church has gotten it wrong for all these years. They tried to pray the gay away, conversion therapy, while speaking harsh and condemning words, and calling it the Gospel of Christ.
That is not the Jesus I know, and I wish you would get to know him. Christ is the essence of peace, the essence of healing, the embodiment of what it means to sacrifice to a stranger, whose message was love above all else, and to be a friend in one’s darkest hours. I think and wonder, ‘What is life about? What does it matter? After all, there is so much darkness, and it’s overwhelming and all-consuming. Then I remember my faith, and it says I hear you, I see you, and I love you. Families are torn apart, mothers against daughters, fathers against sons, and trans and nonbinary youth are fighting for existence.
Sometimes it seems as though hope, dreams. Aspirations and goals are a figment of one’s imagination. However, let me speak words of encouragement. The fight is hard, but success is not inevitable. You will make it. You will succeed. Please don’t kill yourself on the words, actions, and false narratives of others.
Know your truth and live it; however, live it with integrity, grit, and resilience.
If no one says ‘I love you, ‘I appreciate you,’ and the likes, please know there is a creator that does, and friends, partners, and sects of people you have not met that do love you, appreciate, and believe your life is a life worth living. Death is for eternity, and life is for but a moment.
You’re the child of a king, a king who sits high and looks low. A king who calls you his beloved and sends angels to protect you.
To be transparent, I am broken too, and healing from trauma daily. I battle insecurity, self-doubt, self-hate, and feelings of unworthiness, guilt, shame, and embarrassment. It takes one person, one community, one God, and healing begins. When I first attended my church, ECV, I went for prayer and heard the words as a trans man that I am God’s beloved. God isn’t mad at me, does not hate me, but has a consuming amount of love for me. That was the journey to a family not of blood but of Christ’s spirit and human decency.
I acknowledge that not everyone will believe in God or Jesus. However, to whom you call your higher power is, I believe, he, she, or it/they believes the same thing that my God and Savior believes in me. You are special, one of a kind, priceless, a limited edition, and have a calling to this world in some capacity. Live out your calling, don’t let your colors fade, smile in the rain, rejoice in the cold weather, and be triumphant in the cool and hot sun of the summer.
You’re more than what your bank account says, greater than your living situation, and more than the level of your education and/or socioeconomic status.
Don’t let anyone define you with labels that you don’t adopt. Adopt the labels of beloved, gracious, peace, wisdom, sparks of energy, and the greatest gift to the earth for the era you were born in and the times that you live in. Fight a good fight and get into good and worthy trouble. Never losing who you are, but an ever-evolving spirit, being on the bumpy road to better. We are spiritual beings having a humanistic experience!
My Journey, My Style 