I wake this morning with gratitude and tears. This morning a whole new day has begun. It’s not easy coming here. It’s especially difficult to go through it without your Mama. I was blessed, God lead me home to my roots. My Mama. I was blessed to have come from her.
And guys? Once you get the funk out? It’s overwhelming how much love you feel. I feel I came here to go through this to lead. And these tarot cards are making it clear. God’s using them to show me who’s calling in my blessings. My Mama. The hermit.
In the Tarot the hermit is spiritual. A bookworm and a guru. But the Hermit is private. And very deep. My Mama is like Mama Earth, she is my Holy Spirit. She is alchemy. And she prays like no other. My Mamas connected and she won’t even let some snotty nose brat knock her off her game. Thank you Mama for showing me your roots system. No nonsense bare bones down home praying like no other. My mama prays.
God lead me to the tarot to speak to me. I’m a
Visual learner. And I was scared about it. The church doctrines and scared old men kept me from learning about everything spiritual that wasn’t understood by the church. And God lead me into the darkness so I could see.
- I’ve got a blessing coming. And the Hermit cards all over it. And that crazy fire sign my Mama got tangled up with. They are working together at last. My Father on the other side, with all my other fathers and grandfathers. And my Mama leading the train in prayer.
- God is good. But you have to throw up the old blind way to see. My heart would not believe all that was spoken over me. Why?
- Because my Mama prays. That’s why. She covers me with her intentions. She is like my rock to hold me down so I can do this.
And she will see me blessed or her names not Linda. And I Be Linda. So it’s sealed by God holy hand. It’s in my name. She will not settle for less. She will pray me through my dark night and that why I had to cry out. Because my Mama needed to pray and to know that I needed her. This is what I see. Now.
Mamas answer the cries of their children. Even Mamas that relinquish. My Mama angered in prayer. To the higher power she called out for me. She stood in my gap. She pulled me back from hell with her prayers.
I am so grateful for such a good Mama. And our dark chapter is closed. I sit in front of a new page and a new chapter. My Mama prayed that in. And this chapter is written by God. And had I not told the truth and cried uncle, Mama would not have known to pray harder for me, she held the line for me while I unraveled.
Thank you Mama. You. Are. My superstar.
My Mama listed me up my whole life. She felt me tug at her heart even though I was not visible. And she prayed for me. That’s a good Mama. That’s the truth beyond what everyone told me growing up. It just took me years to overcome my shyness and struggles with words.
But ya better watch what you say to the hermits child! Lol. Mama hears everything because she’s talking to God. And God leads her to pray. It’s not an easy job to lift another woman up and give her something her body did not make. My Mama did that for Mama Jean. She gave her life. Life from her own body. That’s huge.
And Mama Jean loved me so I would return the favor and bring home a blessing back to her door in me. These woman are different. But they both are my Mamas and this is a mad scientist mix. It’s complicated and raw. But being adopted, caused me to dig deep to find my Mama within. And that means we all can do this.
Sure. Adoption needs some changes. The world needs some Changes. And the truth is the only thing spoken that can set us free. If a bunch of junk is in your trunk? Throw it out so something better can come in.
Thanks for diving deep with me today as I report my findings from telling the truth.
God bless you.
You to Mama’s. Keep praying. God hears. Xoxox