✨ Weekly Prompt What moment in your life invited you to remember who you truly are beneath the pain? It was autumn when I met my authentic self and fell deeply in love with who I truly am. Not romantic love. Not even self-help kind of love. But a sacred, unexplainable love that only comes from deep intimacy with the Holy Spirit, the Divine Mother-Father God. That moment lives in me. Still. Not as a memory, but as a sensation in my body. A living knowing that awakened my soul. It started with a projection—falling in love with someone else. Someone I thought I was loving, but really, I was touching a part of myself that had been lost. It came from a place within me I had long forgotten. When I reflect on it, I realize I was trying to love the part of me that had once loved my father. My father struggled. He was a Black man in a system that gave him no dignity. He was tender and complicated— a dreamer, a wanderer, someone who showed me fragments of joy and pain. When he drank, he wa...