here<\/a>!<\/p>\nThis year, I\u2019ve been intentionally sitting and exploring the concept of shame, finding the root of it individually but then also exploring this systemic weight of shame that women specifically tend to carry. Shame in these bodies, in these voices and overall existence. One thing I keep coming back to is that Shame is stemmed in lies and whenever I get caught up in the lies, I remind myself to \u201cfind the truth\u201d. Find the truth of who you are, the fullness of your identity in who you say you are but ultimately who God says you are: so so loved and valuable.<\/strong><\/p>\nI wrote this poem to dive more into the concept of no shame, I know that it will probably be one of many! Take a read, take a listen and enjoy!<\/p>\n
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When Adam and Eve took the first bite of fruit,<\/em><\/p>\nall hell did not immediately break loose<\/em><\/p>\n instead it eased itself into a coat of fear and covered the garden <\/em><\/p>\nShame showed up, made its camp at the feet of them both <\/em><\/p>\nand has made home in our world, in our hearts, in our minds ever since<\/em><\/p>\n
When Adam and Eve took the first bite of fruit,<\/em><\/p>\nfiery comets did not fall<\/em><\/p>\nInstead a nagging sensation in their spirits <\/em><\/p>\npoked and prodded at the \u201cgood and very good\u201d<\/em><\/p>\nspoken over them moments before<\/em><\/p>\n\n
Shame and fear danced around them in a frenzy <\/em><\/p>\nonly to settle by hovering over them,<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cWho told you that you were naked?\u201d God asked<\/em><\/p>\n\n
I could almost hear the hurt crack in His voice when he asks this <\/em><\/p>\nas if to say, \u201cwhere did this shame come from? <\/em><\/p>\nThis wasn\u2019t supposed to be part of the story.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n
Shame was never meant to be part of the story <\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\nShame was never meant to be part of our story <\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n\n
See this act of self love is not an act of worldly rebellion<\/em><\/p>\nIt is a small attempt at reuniting ourselves back to our creator<\/em><\/p>\nIt is a rewinding of identity, unraveling shame and fear from our lungs<\/em><\/p>\nKeeping us choked up<\/em><\/p>\nKeeping us stuck in where we were<\/em><\/p>\nKeeping us frozen in complacency<\/em><\/p>\ninstead of walking boldy in what we\u2019ve been created for, <\/em><\/p>\nfullness, a garden of fruition, of plans blooming and prosperous<\/em><\/p>\n
<\/em>We were not made for shame or fear<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\nWe were not made to be silenced or small<\/em><\/strong>
<\/em><\/h2>\nHe says, I knit you together in your mother’s womb<\/em><\/p>\nwhich means everything I did was on purpose<\/em><\/p>\nTo show you that you have purpose<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nIntricate and intentionally destined purpose<\/em><\/p>\nwhispered into your existence so that fear could not win<\/em><\/p>\nand if these poems are reminders of freedom <\/em><\/p>\nfrom a shame we were never meant to live in,<\/em><\/p>\nthen I will do whatever it takes <\/em><\/p>\nTo unwind the shame with every poem, with every song, with every post.<\/em><\/p>\nSee shame was never meant to be part of the story<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\nshame was never meant to be part of your story <\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\nand if this is what it means to walk in freedom, an unshackled existence in who we are,<\/em><\/p>\nthen I will stand a little bit taller, I will walk a little bolder because shame was not meant to be part of my story.<\/em><\/p>\n\n