Throw the Word Out

JUST throw it out

Throw the Word Out

I was sitting in meditation yesterday afternoon when a memory drifted up—something I’d noticed years ago in church but hadn’t touched in a while.

It came in clear, like a whispered correction from my soul.

The word was “just.”

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“Dear God, we just come before you...”

“We just want to thank you...”

“I just want to say...”

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That word was everywhere in public prayer. Especially in the churches I grew up in—Baptist ones, where every Sunday was another round of humble apology wrapped in spiritual clothing.

I heard it from pulpits. I heard it in small group prayers.

And eventually, I heard it in my own mouth.

Until I didn’t.

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Because somewhere along the way, I started realizing what that word does to the soul—how it shrinks us.

How it teaches us to apologize for existing.

How it conditions a whole generation—especially women my age—to minimize everything we feel, want, know, and say.

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I just wanted to say…

I just thought maybe…

I just need a second…

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Every time we slip that word in, we’re reinforcing a power dynamic that puts our soul in the backseat.

Not because the soul feels less than—but because we’ve been trained to think of ourselves as unworthy of boldness.

And you can’t be soul-led if you’re busy asking for permission to speak.

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I know that word well. It was sewn into me by decades of “humility” that was really just code for “don’t shine too loud.”

But you know what? My soul isn’t humble. It’s holy. It’s fierce. It’s clear.

It doesn’t say “just.” It says, “Here I am.”

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And if you were raised anything like I was—Sunday mornings in hard pews, preachers telling you to “just give it to God,” decades of being told your desires needed to be filtered through some divine gatekeeper—then that word “just” is more than a verbal tic.

It’s a scar. A muzzle. A learned apology.

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But here’s what I know now, and what I want you to feel in your bones:

Your soul does not require a lowercase life.

You do not have to “just” anything.

You’re not interrupting. You’re not asking too much. You’re not supposed to whisper at the door of your own becoming.

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So I say this with all the fire and clarity that came through my meditation yesterday:

Throw the word out.

Rip it from your prayers, your texts, your throat.

Stand all the way up when you speak to yourself, to God, to anyone.

Let your voice rise to meet the life that’s already waiting for you to stop shrinking in the doorway.

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xo,
Monica

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