There are so many things I have learned,
But there are so many things I have yet to experience.
The reality is that I am in survival mode.
On top of handling life’s twists and turns, I have a set of generational curses…
…aiming to swallow me whole.
Somedays I feel submission is easier than the war.
This month, I’ve realized that there are benefits in the battle.
Everyday, I make the conscience decision to challenge myself.
The reality is that sometimes I cry and question my strength.
Somedays, I feel detached from society.
Somedays, I allow my doubts to freely run through my mind.
Almost everyday, I turn to the necessary; scripture.
The realty is that when I decided to become a true believer,
I left behind old habits and I took on the battle to be better.
God created a tough soldier.
I exposed my fears to him and he showed me mercy.
I don’t deserve grace, but I have it.
I have a godly grandmother and a cursed father.
I have a praying mother, in an evil world.
God’s love overpowers any plot or plan of the enemy.
I’m grateful for a covering that I will pass to my children,
who will then pass to their children; and then to their children’s children.
The reality is that I was planted near roots.
I gave God my realities and in return, he gave me irrevocable blessings.