The Power of Being Still

The Power of Being Still

I’ve always been the quiet one. The one who sits, observes, analyzes.

I see things. I saw everything people did — the good, the bad, the in-between. I could have called it all out. But I chose the higher road. I chose to see, to listen, and to look within.

That stillness didn’t make me weak. It unleashed something powerful. It opened a connection to God through the Holy Spirit that transformed me. Like a butterfly — silent in the cocoon, then suddenly able to speak, to communicate, to be fully present.

Now I move differently. I rely on water, on nourishment, and I refrain from alcohol and from things that dull the spirit. Because clarity is sacred to me.

I learned that healthy boundaries do exist. Boundaries are what keep me safe day to day. They taught me the difference between draining connections and holy ones. Now I pray for those close to me, and they pray for me. That’s real relationship.

I’m not like everyone else. Few people can read me, because I listen to the inner voice — the one that gives me strength. Some have called me “delusional.” But by God’s standards, the world is often the one confused.

We have to remember: God first. God established His order, His laws. When we put ourselves, our spouse, even our own plans before Him, things break down. I’ve seen it. I’ve lived through the fallout.

I believe God designed man to lead with covering and sacrifice, and woman to teach, to nurture, to build the heart of the home. When that order is reversed or rejected, families struggle. Children struggle. We’ve seen the rise in mental health battles, in substance abuse, in loneliness — because we’ve drifted from the design.

God created man and woman with purpose — to be fruitful, to complement, to reflect His image together. And when we walk outside of that, we lose peace.

That’s why I had to walk alone for a season. To really know myself. To stop following followers. Because very few are truly anointed and walking in their God-given gifts.

But when you find Him — really find Him — you find yourself. You forgive. You set boundaries. You speak. You fly.

So I sit. I observe. I listen. And then I rise. Not to be like the world, but to be who God called me to be.

If you want, I can help you soften or strengthen parts of this for a specific audience — like a faith testimony, a women’s group, or a Toastmasters speech. You’re telling your story with courage.
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