After multiple hospitalizations, over a decade of denial and loss of lots of relationships, those eleven words were uttered into my spirit the day before my last hospital discharge.

I couldn’t possibly tell the hospital staff that I was hearing a voice that was as clear to me as the voice of the lady sitting next to me.

I didn’t say anything and was discharged. Home. Another directive was dropped into my spirit.  “Tell your story because not enough people of color know that they are not alone.”

I gave my family thirty days to prepare before I came ‘out of the closet’ so to speak.  I began the process of learning how to live in recovery.  I started sharing my story in small groups and then began speaking out in larger public forums.

As the years went on, I would get comfortable in my box and then those eleven words would be dropped in my spirit again.  And a new task would be assigned.   THIS project is the result of this last assignment being dropped in my spirit.

As much as I would have liked to have been disobedient and just stayed in my little corner, I realized that if I didn’t want to go back to the hospital anymore I had to follow the voice’s directive.

So after sitting on this for a long time  I finally set forth to do as I was ‘told’.  I kept remembering those words and here we are.

Blind Faith. . . A name chosen to symbolize that even when we can’t clearly see the path ahead, we must still take that first step in our journey to recovery.

2 Corinthians 5:7 — We walk by faith, not by sight.