In my humble opinion, I was absolutely slaying it when I walked into that grocery store — spiritually geared up, feeling Jesus and myself as I moved from aisle to aisle. Annatoria’s Afrobeat version of “In the Room” played through my earphones, favorite snack in hand. It was me, God, and a shopping list. Life may have been a little chaotic, but in that moment, I had this part under control.

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Then came the shift. Someone walked in — just casually, you know, the way people do. But there was something about them… striking, in that quiet, effortless way that makes you take a second look without even meaning to. They looked like someone beauty just cooperates with: flawless skin, balanced features, even their nostrils perfectly proportioned (truly). It felt almost unfair. They weren’t trying to steal the spotlight, but somehow, the room quietly adjusted around them.

And with that subtle shift, I became intensely self-aware. Every insecurity I’d been quietly carrying stepped forward, as if waiting for this exact moment to make itself known. There I was, holding a crinkly bag of plantain chips, feeling exposed and out of place with the space around me as the song playing in my earphones faded. Wait… Who’s in the room again? 🤔

And then it came — a voice. Not divine. Definitely not helpful. Just a thought, subtle and sharp:

“That’s why.”

Me: That’s why what?

Voice: Why nothing’s working out; why you’re still waiting and why you keep falling short – You are … shapeless.

The enemy doesn’t always make a scene. Sometimes, he just slips in quietly through little comparisons and “explanations,” planting doubts and drawing conclusions in your head before you even notice. It wasn’t about my body. It was about everything — the nagging sense of not being enough in any category that seems to matter. And for a moment, I bought it — hook, line, and sinker.

I was drowning. Fast. Searching through my scripture bank. Then, like Jesus in the wilderness, a powerful reminder surfaced (thank God for Scripture bank – memorize God’s Words y’all):

“Now the earth was formless and empty…” (Genesis 1:2)
‘Shapeless’ is where God usually starts. 
“I formed you in your mother’s womb…” (Jeremiah 1:5)
So how could I — or you — ever be shapeless?

The very word the voice used against me —  shapeless — is the same condition the earth was in when God decided it was ready to be transformed

We’re not always going to feel put together. Life often hands us a mirror that reflects uncertainty more than clarity. And if you’re honest, some days you’re not looking for a motivational quote — you just want to know you’re not crazy for feeling stuck or “behind.” Sounds familiar?

Here’s what I’m learning: 
The enemy calls you formless so you’ll forget you’re being transformed – into the very image of Christ. No one shaped by God is ever shapeless.
#NotShapeless #BeingTranformed

So if you’ve ever stood in aisle five, going through a “shapeless moment” – questioning your value, purpose or existence because someone else walked in embodying everything you felt you lacked, or just anytime the critical voice gets louder — remember: You’re not shapeless. You’re becoming. He’s still in the room. Even when it’s quiet.

God Bless you!

C’Lorette

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4 thoughts on “Shapeless? A Grocery Store Moment”

  1. Thank you for this message. Happy to read you again. I stumble on the notification in my email and went to the blog to make sure I have not missed something. Hope you will post more often.

    I am going to a shapeless moment now. Starting all over in another continent with my family. Well it is HARD. No job, financial insecurity, charges adding up, career reorientatio. I was having almost all back home. I have stopped praying but your message gives me hope. God has been working on me ever since. I will rest on Him.

    Be Blessed

    MC

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    1. Dear MC,

      Thank you so much for your heartfelt message. I’m deeply touched that you took the time to visit the blog again—and even more so that you shared a glimpse of your current journey. Starting over in a new land, with your family, facing so many unknowns—that is courageous. It’s okay to name it for what it is: hard.

      But in the very midst of that shapeless space, it sounds like God is still gently holding the pieces. Even if your prayers have quieted, He hasn’t stopped listening—or working. Your honesty is itself a kind of prayer, and I believe He hears it.

      You’re not alone. Many of us have stood (or still stand) in places where identity feels blurred and everything familiar has fallen away. But you’re already doing something holy—waiting, hoping, resting in Him—even if just barely.

      Thank you for reminding me why I write. Yes, I’ll keep posting. And I’m holding space for you in prayer as you navigate this new chapter. May strength meet you each morning, and may grace find you—even in the shapeless.

      Be blessed—and stay encouraged. He’s not finished.

      With hope,
      C’Lorette

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  2. Thank you for the reminder that I am not shapeless. I am Becoming. Sometimes I forget and let the enemy play with my mind.

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