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GOD. GODDESS. ANGER. CONFUSION.

Your Version of God Simply Does Not Serve Me

2 min readAug 15, 2025

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Abstract artwork featuring a deep red root chakra symbol at the bottom, fading softly upward into hints of orange and golden yellow, symbolizing the distant possibility of alignment beyond fear and anger.
Part One begins at the root — where anger and fear live — with only the faintest glimmer of what lies beyond.

I’m tired of defending myself and my gender. I’m tired of proving my equality, my worthiness, simply because I am female. I’m tired of this all-male club.

Dang people! It is time to drop this damn fairytale and start telling the truth. I swear, if another person says it doesn’t matter that we refer to God as “God the Father,” everyone knows what that means — I am gonna barf! That is how tired I am.

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Let’s talk about diversity, equality, and inclusion.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences. ~ Audre Lorde

They say that God created us in his image. Well, that’s just dandy. Then who the heck created me? I’m not male. And I sure didn’t come from Adam’s rib. I am a descendant of Eve; we all are. Adam planted his seed, and Eve grew the children.

For a long time, this fairytale made me feel as if I was somehow unworthy, less than. I used to think I was the only soul that God rejected.

It took me decades to see how this story had hollowed me out from the inside. And when I finally spoke my truth — that I believed I was the one soul God did not love — the ground shifted beneath me.

That confession began an unexpected unraveling…
And I didn’t yet know the path would carry me deeper before it led me home.

(This is Part One of a three-part journey. Part Two will follow soon.)

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Lee Byrd
Lee Byrd

Written by Lee Byrd⁠

Mystic. Lightworker. Intuitive Guide. Essential Oil Educator. Integrating our Humanity and Divinity

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