You must really be powerful for the evil one to want to trip you up, and stop your blessings. That dude must really hate you. You must really be worth something special for satan to want to halt your progression, and come up against you like that. You must really have an important position in …
Alright, Jesus. We have some serious catching up to do. I’ll admit . . . I was a bit defiant and didn’t listen back when You whispered to me. But, eventually I did. Though it was hella hard, I did what You wanted and got rid of that dead weight. Then, I did what You …
Those tears you shed, they’ll dry up. Those tears you shed afterwards, they’ll be tears of relief and of self-love . . . clearing your vision so you can see a wondrous future laid out before you. A future filled with blessings of love and hope and new beginnings. All is well. Actually, all is …
Can you feel Him? He’s so heavy in my belly. He’s consuming every inch of me. And I don’t know what He wants. That’s where He dwells. Where the Holy Spirit lives. Deep in my belly. I’m sure you can feel Him. He’s so huge. So big. He’s making me tear. I don’t know what …
Everytime you peep into someone else’s backyard, and you tilt your head sideways and squint to get a better view, the closer you get, the more you see all the little, itty, bitty flaws lurking there. Their grass is probably tangled with weeds that run so deep, they would wrap around your neck and strangle …
Pffft. Ride or die chick? Yup. That was me. I’d have your back. I’d support your dreams. I’d encourage the crap outta your progression. I was great at that. No one could top me. I was that chick. That girl. That woman. I was da bomb. But pffft. No more. Not me. Never. Again. What …
Suga . . . next year, this thing that you’re in? It ain’t even gonna matter. It really won’t. Trust me. I know. This spot that you’re on? It’ll move. This drama you’re enmeshed in? Poof. Gone. This heartbreak your trying to get passed. It’ll be like a dream. This angst that’s tormenting you? One …
I pray that as soon as each one of those 17 angels took their last breaths, Jesus took them by the hand and led them straight to heaven. I pray that in their last moments, they were spared torture and pain, and felt only the warmth and immense love of Jesus, as heavenly angels surrounded …
So . . . I talk to God a lot. Like, a hella lot. I never used to though. I used to make it a big production. You know, quiet, somber, church-like time with Him. Maybe a couple of Our Fathers and Hail Marys. A little bedtime “Now I lay me down to sleep” prayer. …
You ever won a trophy? And you protected and cared for and loved that trophy so much that you hid it away and kept it separate from everyone and everything else? You didn’t want anyone rubbing up on or brushing against or getting too close to your trophy. You feared the trophy would break. Or …