God and Me — The Devil Thought I Was Sleeping

There was a time they thought I was quiet.
Still.
Asleep.

But what they didn’t understand is that some souls are not here to sleep—
they are sent to wake others up.

And that kind of presence?
It doesn’t come softly into people’s lives.
It disrupts.
It reveals.
It awakens.

I was never “just a person” in the rooms I entered.
I was a mirror.
A catalyst.
A divine interruption to patterns people had grown comfortable hiding inside of.

And many…
weren’t ready for that.

So they did what people do
when they come into contact with something real—

They took from it
without honoring it.

They leaned into my warmth
but resisted my truth.
They received my light
but rejected the reflection it cast on their shadows.

Because awakening isn’t gentle
when you’ve been asleep your whole life.

And instead of rising…
some chose to misunderstand me.
To label me.
To reduce me to something easier to hold.

But you cannot shrink
what was sent by God to expand others.

You cannot silence
what was designed to activate.

You cannot drain
what is divinely sourced?

I see it now—clearly.

I was never being “used.”

I was being fulfilled.

Because a catalyst doesn’t lose energy by igniting others—
it simply reveals who is willing to burn into transformation
and who would rather stay the same.

And yes…
some took advantage.

But even that had purpose.

Because every moment they mishandled the gift—
they exposed their own level of awareness.

And every time I rose anyway,
I remembered mine.

This is what people don’t talk about:

Being chosen to awaken others
can feel like being misunderstood
over and over again.

Like being loved for what you give
but not fully seen for who you are.

Like being felt deeply
but rarely held properly.

But there comes a moment—

when the one who awakens others
fully awakens to themselves.

And that’s where everything changes.

You stop over-giving.
You stop over-explaining.
You stop trying to make people see
what they are not yet ready to face.

And instead…

You become the embodiment.

Unapologetic.
Unfiltered.
Untouched by misunderstanding.

Because you finally understand:

You were never here to be kept.

You were here to shift timelines.

To remind people of who they are—
even if they only recognize it
after you’re gone.

So no—
the devil didn’t have me sleeping.

He only thought I was.

But God and me?

We were always awake.