Feelings are for the weak. I am strong! I am capable! I am enough! I am a warrior! I am one! But most importantly “ I am me”.
The devil whispered in my ear “ you are not strong enough to withstand the storm”
Today I whispered in the devil’s ear, I am the child of God, a woman of faith. A warrior of Christ.
I AM THE STORM
pulling on my faith when life attacks me.
I may lose the battle but that’s when I fall on my knees to win the war.
I am a princess. All little girls are princesses. The Bible says it. So I know it’s true. I am the child of a king. So I will swallow my pain my grief and I will drag my sword to my next battle.
i will learn from this, harden my heart more, build higher walls. Draw the drawbridge up and have my alert on high.
my fuzzies are brown from being covered in “SHIT” but I will wash them off and let them shine a soft pearl white/pink again. I will let my light shine only for myself when it tries to leave the castle I’ll put up mirrors so it shines back inside. It may blind me but that’s ok I won’t be able to see the ugliness of the world that way.
stay in my lane stay in my walls. Not my Monkeys not my circus. 🎪
happy day to you all and to all a good night.
I was not attacked. I just believed. Kind of how you feel when find out the Easter bunny isn’t real for the first time.