When He Says "Babe, Let It Go"

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ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʙɪᴏʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠʟᴜᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ🌹

(P.S. “Biolets are vlue” is NOT a typo—stay with me.

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This year's 14th February seriously made me rethink my long-standing hate for Valentine's Day.

About a month earlier, I had just started writing on Medium. Like every other new writer, I was experimenting and trying to figure out what the algorithm liked, what readers clicked on, and what might just go viral.

As Valentine's Day crept closer, I felt this pressure to write something related to the theme. Something valentine-ish that would attract readers to not just that post, but also to my profile, and I found just the perfect title for it.

Before now, I'd never really had any dramatic valentine's day, you know roses, cookie boxes, perfumes and all. The day felt like every other day to me. In fact my last memorable valentine is one I'd rather not remember.

But this year?? I decided to put all that behind me and leverage on the noise with this rather dramatic, quirky remix of the popular rose poem. And I thought it was pure genius, a glimpse into how my brain sometimes works😌;

ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅ

ʙɪᴏʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠʟᴜᴇ

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ🌹

The thing was, each time I sat my butt down to write this masterpiece, I was met with different colors and fragrances of resistance. I legit struggled for days to piece it all together.

Eventually, I dropped it like, “You know what, I'm just going to move on to the next post and revisit this later.”

Fun fact: I finished the next post in just 2 hours. After sitting for that long, I stepped into the bathroom to take a breather, and in that moment I heard the Holy Spirit say “That's why you'd been struggling to write that post.”

Wait, what??

He continued, “You don’t really understand the uniqueness of Christian experiences enough to speak on it, so don’t.”

Oof!

I was pained, mightily pained. I was pained that I would never know how many people might have clicked or clapped, or how many new subscribers I'd have woken up to.

But in that moment, everything just made so much sense.

If it wasn't coming from a depth of knowledge or experience, why then was I so desperate to write it? For the crowd? The validation? The algorithm?

God really was teaching me something.

He was teaching me that as a writer, surrendering to His will sometimes means letting go of juicy, trending topics for what feels mundane. But if that “mundane” message reaches just one person and touches their spirit, the heavens rejoice.

Honestly, I even think it was a test. A loyalty check. Would I choose impact over applause? Am dead or still alive to self?

Lately, the Holy Spirit has drawn back me to that story in Deuteronomy, when God had commanded the Israelites to enter the Promised Land, but they hesitated, afraid of the giants and fortified cities. Despite God’s promises and past faithfulness, they rebelled and refused to go.

When they realized their mistake, they tried to go up anyway. But by then, God had already said “no.” Still, they went without His blessing and were defeated. (Deuteronomy 1:26–45)

And it just made me wonder: what would’ve happened if I’d pushed ahead with my own plan?

God in His boundless love, shields us from the things that could destroy us, both the dangers we recognize and the ones we may never see. Sometimes, He even protects us from ourselves, from the desires that could distract us from our assignments.

And to me, that is love at its deepest…the reddest rose of all🌹

So right now, whatever it is you've got planned out, pause long enough and ask “Is God in this?” And if He ain't involved, honey let it go.

​ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʙɪᴏʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠʟᴜᴇ ɪꜰ ɢᴏᴅ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴀʙᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ 👩🏽‍🦯

Ever had a moment where God tried your motives or stopped you in your tracks and it turned out to be protection in disguise?

I’d love to hear your story. 💬

Love,

Ahbiee💌

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