I’m still looking for you to touch that one part of my life, I’ve yet to conquer. HE is able. Therefore, I am able. I shall not fear.
My muscle-maness is a cloak of confidence.
Directing affection towards those I stay craving is error-free in spite of the Emperor’s wrath. I haveth the strength of 10 men in my sleep. My ark resembles a warm home full of Joy and heart.. Love is present.
Threatening environments sail this calm sea of grave Harmony like the blade of a razor. I anticipate the growls and sneers. Split my skin, pound my head, bludgeon me to death.
Make me stronger, go ahead. My faith is stronger than any and all Coliseum-sized bloodbaths. I am never alone. I trust Him.
This week, I will avoid latching onto fear. I will anticipate baths of love and clarity. Grapes from a beautiful headdress shall be cherished and full. I will persist.
I will use my words wisely. They are an asset. The correct combination plugged into the right lock shall see it open up. I will wait in anticipation until that day breaks my horizons.
Thank you for that Hope, God! I love you.