In the wake of what appears to be broken destinies and unmet dreams, darkness slips in and attempts to hijack the space that belongs to the overcomer that lives in the deepest parts of our souls. Fight for what is ours. Hope is ours.

In our darkest moments we can draw light from our Love. God places Himself there on the inside of us, if we let Him, for such a time as this. So, we push for the kind of Love awareness that speaks to the best in us, and we awaken the strength to come over into a new life, we Fight for what is ours. Joy is ours.

In the face of a dull and uneventful existence we dance in our passion for living, reminding ourselves to reach and cry and laugh and ‘be’ because we were made this way; to truly live, more that just exist underneath heaven, we were made to Fight for what is ours. Passion is ours.

We ‘got’ a right to blaze and really heat up the road in front of us with the ideas and beauty that God gave us. We have a road map of how to do it without loosing our ‘first love’ (God Himself). We have this fire that burns in our chest, so why should be afraid of to Fight for what is ours. Dreams into reality, that’s ours.

“Father, let us be fearless, let us be faithful, and let us be free, forever; Lord, let us never be fools, nor enemies of our destinies. Let our faith run deep. Let us be strong enough for each day and wise enough to always grow and change. Let us be light. Let us be true. Let us be blessed. Let us draw close to You forever . . .”

-MizJAI-

There are days, when the past gets to us and the future seems too far away.
There are moments when the pain echoes louder than the promises.
There are those times when suffering feels like it’s bigger than our destinies.

These are the moments when depression creeps in filling up the space that belongs to hope. These are the moments when pressure swells in our chest and our tears burn on our cheeks,
the moments when we almost forget to believe in our power to dream of a better time just one moment away.

Even when we face death, relationships that break, people that change; when we encounter things that the average woman has never seen before; even when we are required to be stronger than what seems fair, know that you are woman enough to reach up again, you are blessed enough to survive again, you are loved enough to overcome and help others come over with you. So, find a reason to smile again . . . in your children or by discovering a fresh way to serve somebody in need. There have been seasons where my own pain lessened on the tutoring table as I taught a stranger’s child how to survive in the classroom. Go tutor, go sing, go dance, go cry but get up again and again and again. Walk yourself right out of depression, go worship, go live, go to the places where you can feel God holding you, go overcome, no matter what you face.

She Can, She Do Overcome the Tears on the Page.

-MizJAI-