Jezebel

I still go to church most Sundays. I still sing when the band starts playing. No matter how loud the music gets, I know exactly what sounds better.

I used to sit in church and feel slightly superior to the people who spoke in tongues. But I know now that queefing in church is better than speaking in tongues.

I used to fear becoming the Whore of Babylon, but now I thank Him every day that He called me to be her—the great prostitute who is fully, gladly, and without apology used.

I used to think I had it all together until the Holy Spirit filled me—not in the clean way I expected, but with holy spit while I was on my knees.

I used to declare bold spiritual words over myself, not realizing I was prophesying my own corruption and eventual use by the Spirit.