I trust only the ones I love. I'm a verbal assassin, a #SaveOurChildren sniper. I spread God, Truth and Love. I'M NOT HERE FOR FOLLOWERS..
I'm gonna speak my heart.
My health ain't so great.
I'm tired.
All the time.
My BP is ridiculously high and on pharma bs.
My adoptive family hasn't contacted me since my afoptive father's death.
Yeah years. Nearly decades.
I could bitch and whine...
Nah, I'm right where Abba Father wants me...
I'm His favorite, I read it in an old manuscript.
His, Son died for me...
Nuff said.
#BlessUp
Dear Divine, with God's help, I managed to outlive some "people" from my primary family. He helped me by finally opening a passage for me after decades and allowing me to physically distance myself from them. But that alone would not have been enough if I had remained in the same state of mind into which they mercilessly pushed me. Try to forget them.
May the Lord illuminate and calm your thoughts.
