The brutal Process

Your self-love is rooted in your Faith. Whom do you serve ?

How you feel about yourself determines what you allow, not just how you treat others. As I began to grow spiritually from childhood trauma, I learned Yahweh’s name but didn’t fully understand that he was the true and only creator. I had so much work to do but in that season I was bouncing from foster home to foster home, my faith was rocky. However I wanted to know this Yahweh, who saves people and who’s love is pure. I wanted to love others the way they described Yahweh loved me. So I started loving myself internally and walking away from things that didn’t love me the way Yahweh loved me. My studies enhanced and my community and village grew so I knew I was seeking the true one creator.

My strength lies in Yahweh

In my darkest moments and spaces I seeked The Most High. I couldn’t always tell who Christ was but I knew the devil and all his friends. So my journey in life is my testimony to when I encountered other children of The Most High. This was how I was able to separate the sheep from wolves, and so my character was being molded. I did not do anything, I simply seeked Yahweh’s face, his voice and his touch and my journey thus far has been…..well obviously intriguing.

Faith vs The system

Here I battled standing on my religious preference and I found myself cornered by DCFs to vaccinate my daughter to stay in school, that was shut down and administered online via zóóm. I said no and it caused a longer detention and she was forced vaccinated against my will. I carried that weight for so long that I couldn’t move, I felt like I failed her. Running for congress was like a cape, I needed to know fit because I needed to save myself. No one else would. As I share my testimony with you all, I thank Christ because listening to these experiences is confirmation to the love I strive to give my lil sisters today. Pat planted seeds in my life that my environment watered around me. My big sister seeds didn’t make it in the soil that season and if they did idk who I would be today. I really don’t know !

Christ became my safe Space

Although my aunt was big on church, I don’t feel like that’s where I found Christ. It was the way people interacted with me that confirmed they were children of The Most High. By your actions alone, I began to separate the people in my heart and flesh. In 2020 prayer had to comfort me through reflection as I reminded myself why I chose Christ.

The brutal Process

My second child was conceived from marital rape and it took me years to process that I had a right to say no. Despite being married women have a right to say no to sexual advances and that miseducation has caused a lot of harm to young girls. No means No and anything after that is RAPE. Find your voice and use it to heal 🫶 I was able to forgive my ex husband because I love my son. It didn’t matter how my son got here, he was still a part of me and there was no way, I was gonna hurt him because of something his father did to me.