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Know yourself. Free yourself. Be yourself.
Sacred Reflection
The Box I Broke Open
They gave me a box—
trimmed with scripture and sealed with praise.
“Virtuous woman,” they called me,
“Worth more than rubies,” they said.
Diligent. Stoic. Hardworking.
Watchful over her household.
Generous. Kind. Reverent.
Her husband known at the gates.
Her children rising to bless her.
But inside the box—
I was lifeless.
Starving.
Disempowered.
I smiled with cracked lips.
Served with an empty cup.
I became bitter, resentful, and lost—
not because I lacked love,
but because I lacked freedom.
Then came the fire.
The great unmaking.
And I let it all burn.
What remains now—
is radiance.
Tranquility.
Sovereignty.
I still love.
Still serve.
Still carry strength and compassion.
But not from a prison—
from a throne.
Forgiveness has washed the residue away.
Bitterness has become clarity.
I live from soul now.
And I refuse to shrink for anyone’s comfort.
I am not in the box anymore.
I am the light that broke it open.
Reflections
Were there expectations or roles you were told to fulfill that felt more like cages than callings?
What were you taught a “good woman” was supposed to be?
How did those roles shape your identity, and what did they cost you? Emotionally, spiritually, physically?
What qualities do you still carry from those teachings—but now from a place of freedom and sovereignty?
What has the fire burned away in you?
Journaling
Light a candle and write the words:
“I am not who they told me to be—I am who I was born to be.”
Reflect on the box you were placed in.
Name it. Describe it.
And then, write about the moment you began to break it open.
Let your truth pour through like light through the cracks.
