The Tea is Bitter, but the Truth is Sweet

​There is a specific kind of hurt that comes when you open your heart to a “sister” and realize she was only there to take notes.

​When you’ve lived the life I’ve lived, running away, surviving the streets, my “strong exterior” becomes a target. People see a woman who didn’t break, and instead of respecting that journey, they decide I am “tough enough” to handle a little more abuse. They see my vision, my Blue Bag Youth Empowerment and Safety Act, and they don’t see a life-saving mission, they see a “content opportunity.”

​The Betrayal in the Fellowship

​I met a woman I thought was further along in the walk than I was. I trusted her. I did what I do for all my friends: I gave her love, compassion, and the raw inspiration of my dreams. We cried together. She prayed with me. We connected in a way I never thought I could again.

​But while I was sharing my soul, she was drafting a blueprint. My blueprint.

​She took my vision, my will, and the very thing the Lord placed in my life, and she rebranded it as her own “Mission.” She shared it with her friends as if she were the innovator, and then, the ultimate slap in the face, she invited me to join her ministry. She was using my heart to build her stage, and then looked at me like I was a stranger in my own story.

​The Theological Principle of the Thief

​The Bible speaks clearly about this kind of exploitation. John 10:10 tells us, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.” When someone takes your lived experience, your “Will”, and rebrands it for their own gain, they aren’t just taking an idea; they are trying to destroy the assignment God gave you.

​It is a violation of the Law of the Harvest. Galatians 6:7 warns us, “Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap.” To sow seeds of theft while wearing a mask of fellowship is a dangerous game. You cannot build a “holy” mission on a foundation of stolen dreams.

​The “Curiosity” and the Nuance

​It’s not just the theft that hurts; it’s the social engineering. It’s the way people like this use nuances and indirect comments to paint you as “alone” or “unstable” to their circles. They want people to look at you with a strange curiosity so that if you ever speak the truth, you’ve already been discredited.

​They look “cute.” They do their hair and their makeup, and they fellowship with other women while they quietly steal their dreams. This is a form of False Witness (Exodus 20:16). By casting shadows on my character to protect their “innovation,” they are trying to hide the Truth behind a curtain of vanity.

​The Warning and the Will

​I want my readers to understand something: When you see me, you aren’t just seeing a survivor. You are seeing a steward of a Living Act.

​To those who think they can use me, ignore me, or threaten my work: Please be careful. You think you are messing with a woman who is “by herself,” but I have a Master. I have a God I serve and a God I trust. Psalm 34:18 reminds us that “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” He saw me when I was 12 and homeless. He saw the origin of every word in the Blue Bag Act.

​You can look pretty and fake who you really are to your close circle, but you cannot copy the Spirit. You are trying to stop a work for children, innocent victims who need this protection, just so you can call yourself an innovator. James 4:17 says, “So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.” Stealing a solution meant for the suffering is not just an insult to me; it is a sin against the children this law is meant to protect.

​The Sip of Truth

​I’m sharing this because I know I’m not the only one. I know there are others out there whose dreams are being harvested by people they trusted.

​Don’t let the “innovators” steal your fire. My Will is anchored in something deeper than a blueprint. It’s anchored in the Master who gave it to me. They can have the notes, but they can never have the Source.

​Stop telling people your dreams until you know they have the heart to carry them, not just the hands to steal them. Trust that God sees the thief in the garden, but He also sees the fruit you are called to bear.