Have you ever been afraid to be excited? Ever feared the thought of happiness? What does this mean, or better yet, what does this say about us? Are we really this traumatized by our past that we feel undeserving?
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Perhaps, we’re not accustomed to moments of happiness without the accompanying friend of “horror”. Does this make us feel cursed, or conditioned to believe our life is destined to experience chaos for the rest of our days?
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Unfortunately, this is a lived reality for many people due to the less desirable moments from their past that continue to haunt desperately in our sleep, robbing us of hope before it has time to develop and manifest. Time after time misfortune 1-2 stepped its way into the life of the least expected…the innocent…the believers.
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No warning or signal offered for the sake of preparation. Just turmoil and grief waiting patiently at the door of the kindhearted with a crooked smile of despair and torment.

Incidentally, the endless highway of speedbumps and potholes have wrecked our vessel to a state of impairment which weakens our imagination for recovery. Why fix anything today that can be stolen and vandalized tomorrow? If it happened once, it could happen again, right? This new car was purchased to change my life…I restored my credit to shift my future…I saved my funds to distance me from discrimination.
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Now I’ve been robbed of the entire dream…a total stranger has stolen everything from me with one swipe, leaving me with nothing but what I deserve…a life of victimhood and emptiness.
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Did I celebrate too loudly? Was my happiness too cheerful? Tell me my joy wasn’t discouraging for others. Am I too damaged to deserve better?
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Moreover, is it weird to feel as though your good news or blessings come ahead of the sacrifice? One moment it’s, “Congratulations on your new job and promotion!” Then later it’s, “I’m sorry your house burned down in the middle of the night.”
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One moment you’re celebrating the pregnancy news of the son you’ve always wanted, just for it to be overshadowed by the death of your last living grandparent. Now who’s going to give your child that special love and wisdom that only a grandparent can share? So much for waiting for the right time to have a baby, right?
In the same fashion, you dated mindfully…not giving your body to just any stranger…you learned your love language…you identified your boundaries…you mastered the moments to lead and cherished the moments to follow…and you suddenly found yourself falling head over heels for someone you never saw coming.
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Their voice pierced your soul…their laugh made your heartbeat faster…their kindness made you levitate through the air…their love silenced every fear trapped in your mind…their selflessness healed the brokenness you hid from the world.
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You were once a crippled butterfly trapped in the darkness of a hollowed tree, but their prayers mended your wings and strengthened the breath in your lungs.
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As a matter of fact, you found yourself learning to fly once again. Soaring through the rain forest as God’s light shined on you through the spaces of the huge trees standing tall in the canopy. Birds chirped in celebration of your gracious return. Flowers bloomed to grace you with a royal welcome. Chipmunks danced down below as your glorious return distributed dopamine throughout the jungle like pixie dust in a fairytale.
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For the first time, you felt free…worthy…complete…blessed…whole!

In spite of the joy flowing rapidly through your system, you can feel the hairs standing tall on the back of your neck. This time you could feel the wickedness nearing close to you. But why? Why now? For the first time in years, you’ve experienced an unsolicited, blissfully intoxicating love and happiness that nourished your soul.
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Nevertheless, your beautiful wings of optimism and potential found themselves trapped in a web of misery and dejection.
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Instantly, the joy that was flowing freely through your veins quickly turned sourly into gloom. You looked over as tears fell from your face and noticed the spider [demon] approaching with its malice to poison you.
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Suddenly, you close your eyes and begin to pray…not for tools…not for resources…but to thank The Almighty for the life you have lived…the blessings received…the experiences gained…the moments to know true love. Then shockingly, a toad [Angel] appears and eats the spider [demon] before it drains you of your life source [soul], and you find yourself freed from the web of entrapment [earthly kingdom].
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“15 And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”
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No blessing is above God and His love and no misfortune is greater than the power in His hands. Not every “No” is a “Denial”! There is unimaginable power in your words, therefore you attract what you confess with your tongue.
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Conversely, sometimes we pray for things we are not fully prepared to embrace. Let’s start by healing our childhood trauma, forgiving our trespassers, congratulating our neighbors, and being grateful even when it’s not our turn.

Everyone deserves goodness [good news] and mercy [protection]! Just remember the ultimate prize in life is gaining access into heaven; nothing measures up to this reward. I love you and can’t wait to see your there…in our special place where pain, sorrow, fear, regret, and worry no longer exist. The good news…You Deserve it, Too!










