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the best advice comes from deep within

I wrote this note a few years ago to a young lady I've known for quite some time. It was only recently that I stumbled upon it in my Facebook inbox. It inspired me, so I decided to share it with my Spiritual Anthropology readers.


Hello my sister. First of all, know that the best is already inside of you. When God created you, he made sure that you had everything you needed to thrive in life. You first have to make a sincere decision that you want to be the best you can be. After making that decision, imagine yourself at your best...how do you perform at school? How do you treat your body (what type of foods do your best self eat)? What type of sister, daughter, and friend are you? How is your spirituality (your connection with God)? Remember, we're not talking about how you are now, but how you hope to be. That is the first step and I know its a lot to digest. 

The truth is there we always be moments when we doubt ourselves and our potential. However, we must have faith in our ability to improve. It's a journey, and if you are truly ready to display to the world who you truly are, I'm willing to offer advise. Now, I must admit that I'm on this journey too and do not have all the answers. In fact, a lot of the answers that come to you will come from your own wisdom. That's the truth. 

You don't have to trust everybody, but you do have to trust yourself. You are great and destined to be successful. However, its hard work and self work; part of which consists of getting a journal and beginning to write your thoughts and feelings down honestly each night. This is one of the greatest self-building tools avaliable. 

I love you and am here for you. Say this prayer with me...God, first of all thank you for giving me life. I haven't been living up to my fullest potential in the past. However, I am truly ready to change. Lead me. Guide me to that place of excellence. When I am weak, make me strong in my faith. I can improve with your help. I can improve with your love. I will improve in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen. 

Until Next Time, 
jehrod alain

DIG DEEP ACTIVITY: Write a letter to your younger, most vulnerable self giving advice from your own wisdom. If you care to share, email them to us at spiritualanthropology@gmail.com. 

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