IN THE KNOWING by Shikera Thomason

In The Knowing

I am called, blessed, beautiful, glorious, kind, lovely.

I am fruit being transformed into wine.

I am the nard from the alabaster box being poured out upon humanity.

I am prophetess and bride.

I am garden-dweller and tree.

I am the perfection of my perfecter and my creator calls me royal, chosen, and holy.

I am pliable clay being molded and sculpted.

I am a songstress and the lifegiver's song is being sung through me.

I am the embodiment of I AM!

I am

I am.

Shikera Thomason is a native of Carroll County in North West Georgia where she lives with her wife April. After eleven years as a special education teacher, Shikera knew her heart was leading her in a new direction of teaching. After much prayer, she pursued and earned her master's degree in Human Services and Psychology from Mercer University in May of 2018. Shikera has a passion for impacting humanity through servitude carried out in love. During the last three years, Shikera has watched God shape her into a conduit to facilitate healing in the hearts and lives of people desiring to heal. One way Shikera facilitates this is in the heart-soul connection she makes when communing with others. In addition to being a facilitator through her local Circles of West Georgia (teaching others how to come out of situational or generational poverty), Shikera enjoys facilitating healing to people from all walks of life. As a conqueror of various trauma, she exhorts others to triumphantly pursue intentional healing. Shikera is currently writing a book about healing with intent. Finally, Shikera thoroughly enjoys transforming into her comedienne persona "Sister May the truth be told" an elderly church mother sharing hard yet hilarious truths!

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