My Breath, His Words
Pull up a chair. Let’s get real about the “God’Sip.”
There’s a specific kind of look people give you when you’ve survived things that should have buried you. I know that look. I’ve seen it in the eyes of the “shaken in faith” and the “naysayers” who have read the Book but never had to live it on a cold sidewalk. They see the restoration, they see the way I carry myself now, and because they can’t find the “logic” in it, they decide it has to be “bad” or “wrong.”
But here is the tea: My peace doesn’t need your permission to exist.
Beyond the Page
There is a massive difference between reading about grace and breathing it. For a long time, the world denied me mercy. It denied me a home, a safety net, and a voice. But what I’ve realized is that the “Word” isn’t just ink on paper; it is a living, breathing strength.
When I take a deep breath and speak, it’s not just “me” talking. It’s the result of years of being anchored by something the world didn’t give and therefore cannot take away. People get disoriented because I am speaking from a place of survival turned into revival, and that is a frequency they can’t tune into with just head-knowledge.
The Theological “Receipts”
The “experts” are trying to study the Fire from the outside. But there are principles at work here that a textbook can’t capture:
- The Incomprehensible Way: Scripture tells us His ways are beyond understanding (Isaiah 55:8-9). People try to put my healing in a box, but my restoration is supernatural, not logical. If they could explain how I’m still standing, it wouldn’t be Him.
- The Testimony of the Blind: I’m like the man in John 9. The religious folks wanted to argue about the “how” and the “why,” but he just stood there and said, “One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!” * The Beautiful Exchange: The world tells you that if you start with nothing, you end with nothing. But He takes our ashes and gives us beauty (Isaiah 61:3). My life isn’t a “comeback”; it’s a divine substitution.
My Anchor, My Truth
I look doubt in the face and I don’t blink. Not because I’m “tough,” but because I’ve been refined.
- My healing? It’s real.
- My restoration? It’s complete.
- My wisdom? It was earned in the trenches.
To the naysayers and the disoriented: My life is a testament that your “understanding” isn’t a requirement for my reality. I am choosing to shine regardless of who is blinded by the light.
How We Move (The Application)
If you’re walking a path that makes people uncomfortable, remember: you are carrying a light they haven’t learned how to hold yet.
- Filter the Noise: When someone calls your strength “weird,” ask: “Does this align with the Restoration I’ve lived?” If they weren’t there when you were sleeping rough, they don’t have the context to judge how you stand today.
- Own Your “Different”: Jesus didn’t spend His time trying to convince the Pharisees that His miracles made sense. Stop explaining your peace to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.
- Breathe with Purpose: Every time you feel the world trying to deny you again, take that deep breath. Let His words flow. Your voice is the evidence of your healing.
The Last Drop
My strength, my wisdom, my grace—they didn’t come from a comfortable life. They were forged in the places the world doesn’t want to look. I am restoration in the flesh. And no matter how hard they try, they will not take this from me.
The tea is staying hot. Stay anchored.
Don’t Worry About Burning Ur Lips on This Tea