This Is My Threshing Floor

 

I don’t even know where to begin, but I need to say this out loud: this is my threshing floor.

For those who don’t know, the threshing floor is where wheat is separated from the chaff—where the useless is stripped away, and what’s valuable is kept. It’s a place of breaking, of refining, of transformation. And right now, I feel like I’m right in the middle of it.

I’ve been fighting through pain, uncertainty, and exhaustion, trying to keep pushing forward while my body forces me to slow down. This myomectomy isn’t just a medical procedure—it’s a crossroads in my life. It’s me choosing health over fear, faith over doubt, and trust over anxiety.

I know some of y’all have been praying for me, checking in on me, making sure I’m okay. And I just want to say thank you. 🙏🏽 Because truthfully, this isn’t easy. I’ve had moments where I felt strong, and moments where I’ve questioned everything. But what I do know is this: I refuse to stay stuck in suffering.

So, to my family, my friends, my sisters, my people—keep me lifted. Keep speaking life over me. Keep reminding me who I am, because I won’t lie, some days I forget.

But just know, when I come out of this? I’m coming out whole. I’m coming out renewed. I’m coming out better than before.

This is my threshing floor. And I will rise. 💛