I am my Mamas girl

And a daughter NEVER FORGETS HER MAMA. Even when her Mama wants her too. A daughters love breaks the spell. With her brothers help. The brother who died and let her live. Who gave me the strength and courage of a man to search for her and right what was done. 

That black cat on my chest is symbolic of my Mama. Do you see where that cat has curled up? Yes. On my heart. My heart that loves her. That heart that beats because of her. God has made it that way. By design. 

Matt 10:9 Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

Gen. 50. 19 But Joseph said to them, “Don’t be afraid. Am I in the place of God? 20 You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. 21 So then, don’t be afraid. I will provide for you and your children.” And he reassured them and spoke kindly to them.

What was meant to harm my family has been inteneded by God for good. God did not wish for my mama, nor any woman to feel like this about the gift a child is. And God who gave me my Mama and daddy’s voice has shown me the way to right this. Has given me the words to show this. 

People who can not bare children cast a spell on those who do, and use the law that shames those woman for doing so without a license (marriage), so they can take what god has given from another. It is ignorance. It is greedy. No one hates them. For ignorance is the thief. What we need to do is educate this cancerous ignorance out of this world forever. And show folks the way back to faith. And to keep babies with their Mamas. Not rip the gift from her very chest. 

Jen 11:1

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

I was conceived out of my Mothers inoccent faith. God would not mark a lie. God would not and does not mark lies, nor does god create children from lies. God creates from faith. 

My Mama was presented with me after my birth. And she told me we would meet again. And I held onto those words even though I could not speak or understand them. And god through me delivered. For words are vibrations, like a honing beacon they call for help. And god hears and come to the rescue when we do not see the way out. 

But time passes you see. And weeds grew up around my Mither broken heart and thorns to protect it. And many things are said and picked up along the way. My mama struggled to hold her ground while she waited, secretly for god to rescue her from such a fate. And it was hard. She had to tell herself stories to hold that ground. And the world told her stories. Her well meaning friends told her stories. Stories that were not ground in the truth. But truth is like a vibration that scatters a lie. It pierce the ears that hear it and kills the lies within the mind they captivate. 

 I have returned. And she’s like a big steamy cup full of lies that needs to be poured out. She like coffee gone cold and stale. And she needs a fresh hot new cup of coffee to drink. That old cup is gone bad. And Lies are like a drug. We get used to their affect of numbing the pain. They wash over us and ease the vibration of the truth that calls out for the truth to set them free. My truth is the antidote that cures a heart filled with lies from a world that celebrates us being put ausunder. 

God has brought us back together again. And for my voice to put those lies that put us asunder to death. My voice educates ignorance away. And my love wipes each tear after the storm has passed. I war not with my Mothet. I war with the lies that where spoke to her and that she swallowed to numb her pain. I battle for the woman god made me from. And with god, I am already a winner, a victor. For god wins the battle we surrender to him. Like Jericho I beat the drum if my truth and those walls must come down. All will see. All will know. 

Thanks for diving deep with me today. As I dig up buried treasures within me that my Mama buried long ago and prayed I would make right. And so I do. 

John 15:13

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

Your mother is your first friend. And my friend was lied to and wounded by that lie. I layed down my life fierclessly to make it right. And have studies to present my case before the world that did this to her. 

Diving deep is hard work. Diving to find the gold that will ransom my Mothers heart back to me and me to she is a child’s highest calling.  I have gladly laid my life down for such a woman, that god made me from. My wounds are nothing compared to her love that will be my reward. 

Love you mama. 

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