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ЁЯзй We are not puzzles to be solved.. But souls to be transformed ЁЯдН

What are you really trying to discover… when you try to “figure yourself out”?

You analyze, label and try to decode. Handwriting. Personality types. Traits. Worldly pleasures.

At first, it feels like clarity.
But slowly… it can become dependence.

We start trusting systems… more than God.

But we are not puzzles to be solved.
We are souls to be transformed.

So instead of decoding yourself, try this:

Examine your habits.
Examine your attachments.
Examine your reaction to correction.
Examine your prayer life.

It’s not easy.
It’s uncomfortable.

But it is real.

Because your identity is not in what describes you…
It is in Who is shaping you.

May we stop trying to define ourselves…
And allow God to refine us. ✨
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