God Don't Play About Me (and He doesn't play about you either)
July 8, 2026
Pull up a chair, sis. Take a deep breath and let your shoulders drop.
I want to tell you something that I know down in my bones, and I want you to sit with it until you believe it for yourself: GOD does not play about me. It is a beautiful, unshakeable thing to be certain that God loves me. But if you knew my story from a few years ago, you'd know that this level of certainty wasn't always my reality.
For the last 40 days, I have been incredibly intentional. It’s a practice I learned from one of my favorite teachers, Baby Sissy. (By the way, I’m a proud middle child of three daughters —I'll introduce you to my Bestie a little later on ).
Every single morning, before the corporate noise or the family demands can try to claim my energy, I begin my day with God. I close myself away in a quiet room, kneel on my comfortable pillow facing the morning sunlight, and let a praise song clear my mind. Today, it was "I Pray" by Xania Monet. I plug in my earplugs to a Solfeggio frequency and sit Indian-style with my hands open in a physical posture of releasing and receiving. With my eyes closed and my mind open, I speak out loud:
"God, I know your ‘Holy Spirit’ resides in me and through You can do exceedingly and great things. Please lessen my human ego and activate your Spirit in me, place me in alignment with your purpose, all generational curses end with me, and my bloodline will live in abundance according to your will."
Most mornings, this space of alignment leaves me crying tears of overwhelming joy. But I'm sharing this because I know what it's like to sit where you are sitting.
For a long time, I used to feel "greedy" for having bigger goals and larger aspirations. When you are the first generation to crack the concrete, the heavy weight of past poverty, the exhausting familiarity of "barely enough," and a lifetime of seldom rewards can trick you into thinking you are unworthy of God’s abundant blessings.
Two years ago, I didn't want to talk to God at all. I was furious, let down, alone, and questioning if He even existed because I lost my Bestie to sickness. I isolated myself, silenced the God inside me, and turned myself into a 5-star corporate robot—automating systems and staying a step ahead of the curve just to drown out the pain.
But a random deep-dive into meditation, manifestation, and the power of frequencies brought me back to the Holy Spirit. It gave me the blueprint to protect my inner light and shed a past that wasn't my responsibility to carry.
We are allowed to be brilliant, powerful, and successful without sacrificing our spiritual depth. Today, the mediation frequency was 888. After my meditation, I read Mark 12. Today was a wonderful day. I pray you find the stillness to reclaim your own solar battery today, too.
With love,
Articulate Contradiction
~ From the soil to the sky.