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☕️ Conjure & Coffee Monday

“Grab your brew and your Bible or your bones.”

Pull up a chair, sugar… I got a story to tell. 🪑💛

🌿 Message from the Porch

It ain’t about what you say you want, baby.

It’s about what you’re doing to get there.

Everybody got a mouthful of dreams but what’s your spirit doing? Are your feet movin’? Are your prayers workin’? Are your ancestors even bein’ heard?

Let me say this plain:

Spiritualists, mentors, and Godparents can only guide you so far.

They can hand you the tools, but you gotta pick ’em up and use ’em.

Nobody’s gonna cast a spell for your healing while you keep sleeping in shame and sittin’ in sorrow like it’s a soft place to land.

🪓 Hard Truth on a Soft Porch:

Folks will try to block your growth.

They’ll mock your change.

They’ll whisper “you think you better than us now” the minute you try to rise.

But here’s what they won’t say out loud:

They benefit from your brokenness.

They feel safe when you’re ashamed.

They know if you ever truly healed you’d walk right outta that emotional grave they buried you in.

So guess what?

🕯️ The Porch is Clearing the Path.

We’re removing those people.

We’re rebuking that energy.

We’re preparing you for a tomorrow where your name is spoken with respect, not pity.

This ain’t just coffee and conversation this is spiritual renovation.

🪑 If it’s on your heart, it’s welcome on this porch.

🪞Tell me, sugar what do YOU need to release to rise?

Drop it below or speak it to your spirits this morning.

#ConjureAndCoffeeMonday #MamaIfa #PorchWisdom #SpiritualAccountability #DoTheWork #LouisianaConjure #HealingAin’tPrettyButIt’sHoly #RiseUpKinfolk

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