Audrey Wineglass Foster Week 8
True Health and Liberty
Blue

My old blueprint has always tried to downplay and diminish personal development, keeping me small, distracted, and disconnected from my true calling.

But my spirit—the real me, the one God sees—has always longed to teach, to guide, and to lead others into self-discovery and growth. Even now, my old blueprint, knowing a new blueprint is emerging, is saying, “I don’t know. I don’t know if you can do and become all this stuff.”

For the first time, the war within is observable. I see it with less judgement but with more know how of how to fight the good fight. I now understand that if I remain double-minded—pulled between who I was and who I am becoming—I cannot receive what I say I desire.

My spirit must be nourished, and my old blueprint must be starved, so my new blueprint can finally manifest the life and purpose I speak aloud.

The meaning behind the shapes and colors has finally made its way from my head to my heart. I’ve grasped the knowledge, but today—while rewriting my cards—it moved from my head to my heart. I wept. For the first time in my life, I realized why certain images resonate with me so deeply.

Giraffes, UPS trucks, especially double tractor-trailers, and even pennies—all of these have become touchpoints, just like the shapes and colors. They instantly connect me to the memory of my parents, my real-life superheroes.

They remind me of who they were, who they believed I was, and who they raised me to become.

I experience the same thing with numbers as well. When I see a number, it carries a deeper meaning—an immediate reminder of the Divine and the quiet ways God shows up for me.

These symbols—animals, vehicles, numbers, colors—are not random. They are spiritual cues, anchoring me to purpose, presence, and identity as my new blueprint takes shape.