It’s wrapped in extreme heartache, disbelief, confusion and emotional trauma. In my experience, it is one of the toughest things to overcome. It comes without warning or invitation, and it attacks ones physical, mental, and emotional being. There is no mathematical equation and or formula that will help one comprehend grief.
My hustle is my hustle. My hustle isn’t for everyone. My harvest is only for me! I share my story, because I want to tell about how good God is in my life and all that He has done for me. My harvest is God’s present to me.
You’ve heard that saying before “you are who you hang around.” If you want to be a 10 surround yourself with people who operate at a 10. You may not be at a 10, but I guarantee the longer you hang with them, the more you will start to take on their traits and mindset.
Remember, God will always be with you. He was with you before your battle, He is with you in your battle, and He is with you when you claim your victory!
Sometimes we tend to hold on to people who cannot lead us because it does something for our own self-esteem. It lifts us up that someone needs us to guide them. Now, there is nothing wrong with helping people, but when you do it with the wrong motives and bad intentions that is when it becomes poison to our bodies.
This week I was reminded of God’s great love and grace for His children. I say a prayer every day…
As sad as this story is, it gives us a prime example of the true price that Jesus paid for us. Jesus just stood there. He took an intense beating. A beating that would eventually take His life. He did this knowing that He was about to die for our sake.
I questioned God, why did you send me to Memphis, away from my parents and family? Being away from my family has always been the hardest thing for me since I’ve accepted the call of God on my life.
If you’re in waiting, perhaps look back and see if you can remember any instructions or leadings that you didn’t respond to. Repent if necessary, and obey the last instruction you can remember. He’s a good father and is not going to give us a snake when we ask for food, but He is also a wise father, and a loving one, who is willing to discipline us, for our own benefit.
Escaping and hiding my shame was no fairytale. My relationship with my boyfriend was hard. It was rocky. We were two lost kid’s attempting to come together as a family. We were prideful and selfish. I was fighting to keep my little family together.