—————————————–Who would dare rejoice only four days after five months of complete despair? That type of despair that makes you wanna call “yo momma” or wish you had a momma.
Cuz a momma like that knows despair. She could tell mine was significant. So from a sleepy hello she went deep and served up the Word of God. Her ability to heal a broken spirit, listen as a trembling voice speaks out of tears and still speak; “you will be alright.” She made it believable—-a true God sent.
A devilish lie says, ‘Oh, this joy will only last a season.’ So, my petty fears almost join in on that lie and hurt me by justifying my suspicions; giving way to only mild “hallelujahs”. But the cool part is God knows our weaknesses and loves us—–just because… no strings attached.
Not even the angels can give your testimony when the smoke of despair finally clears so HALLELUJAH LORD, I CAN SEE A CHANGE A COMIN’!!!! You will show me my life through the glasses that are Heaven made so’s I’s can see your hand in my plans.