Today, I did not think I was going to pull up on these streets, but here we are. This weekend dragged me by my imaginary wig—lol. Sundays are always mellow for me, but this Sunday? Weuw! Stay with me here.
The enemy started throwing afflictions my way from Friday. He attacked my mouth and my throat—I was in pain. Yesterday was the climax of it all. I went off—spiritually, of course. I went to Abba and was like, "This cannot be what You promised. There must be more." It's giving ghetto and not my alley.
In most cases, when things go wrong, we sit there, fold our hands, and say, "It must be God’s will." I was like, nahh, make it make sense. I straight-up pulled up on the Holy Spirit like, "Get me my Papa now!"(muffled cries). Many people may look at this and say, "She is disrespectful! That’s not how you speak to God." But hey, no judgement, that’s your thing because over here, we keep it real. To the world, I am a grown woman but to my papa, I am a little girl with my father.
Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. Nothing else was working. I felt like that girl in the playground getting bullied with no ounce to fight back. And by now, you’re probably thinking, "Is she whining about picking up her cross, or is she looking for sympathy?" Nope! I would prefer to keep stuff to myself, but I will always testify boldly about what my Papa has done for me.
I digress. I went to my secret place and blacked out in tears. I had already decided not to wake up at our chill time with the Holy Spirit. But with no alarm clock, my eyes flung wide open. I grabbed my Bible, and it fell open to 2 Chronicles 17 through 20. One thing caught my eye: they did not need to do much to win the war except praise. And eventually, God gave them spoils and rest from a war they did not fight. They just showed up.
Anyway, I had to run an errand today, and I wasn’t working with a crazy budget, as per the usual. You know those days when you got it like that, and then there are those days you ain’t got it like that? Well, today was one of those days.
I left the house, and when I got to where I was going, I made a prayer. I was very raw and real. I felt like that woman with the jar of oil, and when the prophet asked her what she had, she was like, "This is all I have." With the little that I had, He showed up, covered my need, and left me with some change. I lost it—lol. Talk about a miracle!
And then I remembered—I had seen a word say God would give you a "kiss" this weekend as a sign of His goodness. A sign that He has not left you. And well… I am standing in it.
He said He would always pull up for me, and well, He did. I felt led to share this. If you’ve been looking for a sign that He is with you, here it is.
As you build in His name and surrender to Him, He will never forsake you. You may feel behind, forgotten, limited—but even in that, He is with you. If God had not taken me through the wilderness, I would have never been attentive to the little things He does for us, the ones we assume must happen. They don’t have to happen—He allows them through His grace and mercy.
Lol, in my head, my favorite song was playing: "And it all worked out..." Well, it did.
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