Inspiration for the Single Mother

Inspiration for the never-married single mother

I AM wombman ✊🌹

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This is a wombman. Giver of life. Recently, we have been reduced to little boys who have decided to play in mommy’s makeup( When Bruce Jenner accepted a woman of the year award). I’d like to be clear, we are absolutely amazing! We can’t be duplicated and refuse to be mocked. We are the nurtures of creation, so being reduced to heels, wigs, makeup, and implants surpasses disrespect. It’s proof that we are no longer acting as spirit having a human experience, but fleshly beings who completely ignore natural law.

Being transgender is a choice that has nothing to do with me. It has its own struggles and prejudice to overcome….The journey may not be accepted, but it’s possible that it will be respected if it’s made your own. This means, being a transgender can’t be added under the umbrella of all we have and are fighting for as wombmen.

Peace, love, and balance flowing your way.

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Long too long

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Peace Family! 💖 Wow, it’s been such a long time since I have posted anything….my apologies. I was looking back over the past posts and how my journey began, lol. To say the very least, we are constantly evolving. I don’t recognize the mind of the wombman I once was…it’s obviously me, but I have completely changed. Intriguing really.

Anyway, I will be writing again and am excited about it💖🙌😘 Stay tuned

Peace, love, and balance flowing your way.

Non Believer

To God be the glory!!!!

I have been doing a lot of thinking and have decided I no longer believe the hype…. Church the way I experience it is not what I feel God meant when he said he was married to it and would be coming back for his bride. The experience we provide is not really what I feel we should be chasing after …..it’s seems to be a distraction from the work at hand….. To be on the endless cycle of deliverance only to go back for more without ever giving back….to be so distracted by the cares of the church and not of the lost…..makes me wonder….. I even question the Bible….not whether its real but how much reverance rather than reference  it’s not just a book. It holds many truths necessary for righteous living but are we spending more time reading rather the stepping into our secret place allowing God to speak to us concerning his plan for us and his molding of us. I think the secret place or closet is actually the mind…..think of meditation…..its secret what goes on in your mind…I don’t know everything,  but I feel this is something God is leading me towards.

Love and blessings to you all.

Going through the rinse cycle

Inspiration for the Single Mother

Glory be to God ALWAYS.

In my journey to become more like what God created I have stumbled over my past numberous times.  Never being able to obtain real forgiveness for those who violated my innocence took an astonishing toll on the fruit of my loins. The very thing that tormented me,loomed over me, chased me in my dreams ….the circumstance I fell discutingly in lust and became disturbingly obsessed with changed its focus to the most innocent part of me. All because I couldn’t allow the Lord to deliver, cleanse, and set me free.

Now, after paying the price of not standing up to the most intense demonic attack over my life that oozed into the lives of my children, I am ready!! I am really ready to take this situation to the grave allowing me the tools necessary to help…

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What happened to you?

For God’s glory and praise!

What happened to you? …. So many times when we hear this question we respond defensively. If we are not healed from what “happened” to us we respond as if someone actually said something was really wrong with us. Just because we subconciously believe something is wrong with us doesn’t mean our slip  is really showing. Its as if they can see the cancerous funk that lays festering within. The ugly we spend endless amounts of time trying to cover up as if the skin we’re in is transparent. We allow the unpalatable experience we endurred to create displaced anger which we project towards God instead of the enemy at hand. We get so caught up in the fairy tale of God we never allow ourselves to see the I AM…the tangible nonfigment of the imagination. The true rock of our strength. Instead we seek out the counterfeit answer and temporary fixes which in the end only make us bitter, lied to, and sooo unattractive .

Life doesn’t always have the happy ending we desire or the apology our heart yearns for most of the time….. but it is so essential to reach the point of healing and truly recover.  So, what…happened ….to….you…? Was it conditional love, I found the author of it unconditionally. Did they mishandle your body? I know the Creator of your body, mind, and spirit. Were you made to feel disrespected or was your confidence shattered? Once the Holy Spirit rises up in you, you will understand that you are the head and not the tail. Greater is he that is in you than he that is in the world.

Love and blessings to you.

Going through the rinse cycle

Glory be to God ALWAYS.

In my journey to become more like what God created I have stumbled over my past numberous times.  Never being able to obtain real forgiveness for those who violated my innocence took an astonishing toll on the fruit of my loins. The very thing that tormented me, loomed over me, chased me in my dreams ….the circumstance I fell discutingly in lust and became disturbingly obsessed with changed its focus to the most innocent part of me. All because I couldn’t allow the Lord to deliver, cleanse, and set me free.

Now, after paying the price of not standing up to the most intense demonic attack over my life that oozed into the lives of my children, I am ready!! I am really ready to take this situation to the grave allowing me the tools necessary to help my children and others like us. Molestation and incest are talked about but never in a way that is effective because the victims are routinely hurried to stop making others feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. This keeps the victims in bondage and the abuser free, untreated,  and made to feel as though what they do is ok.

My own incest and molestation began when I believe I was four years old and although the hands of my abusers changed faces it continued intermittently until I was 13 years old for stretched out periods of time. My mother didn’t believe me nor did she support me giving me and the devil the perfect formula for self destruction. I began having impure thoughts and feelings I didn’t understand or know how to control and they eventually consumed me. Love and sex had twisted definitions in my heart and mind. Uncontrollable rage and feeling inadequate soared through my veins. The plea for unconditional love which manifested itself in a strip club, sexual relationships, and a suicide attempt breathed down my neck reminding me of what I understood my worth to be.

The defining and life changing moment was when I saw my son molesting my daughter….. fighting back was not a choice anymore if I wanted my children and their children to be set free from this putrid disarming issue that has infiltrated my family for generations ….. years ago I asked God to give me  a relationship I knew was wrong for me but could not break away from and his answer was, “I am stopping the cycle with you.” I now understand the depth of what he meant.

Love and blessings to you ALL.

Refreshing

Praise and glory always be to the God of my life.

In my recent quest to become more like what God created I noticed that this blog can’t just be about single parenting because that is not all I am. with that said here we go………..

WOW!!!!!!!! I just went to a revival my church was having and was so inspired to continue being a living testimony.  I have to admit before going I was at such a low in my life that if I didn’t have my daughter I most likely would have committed suicide spiritually if not naturally. I was truly at the point where I believed life was not worth living and just wanted Jesus to come back already.  I justified my depression in my mind by telling myself it is natural to prefer heaven over living this life full of hurt. Knowing that I have a son in RTC (Residential Treatment Care) in another state and a daughter who I am was now afraid to parent. Not just afraid but not sure  I even had what it takes……I felt alone and as though no one understood what I was feeling

God allowed me to understand so much more of what he was doing and the plan ahead. We get so caught up in the now that sometimes we can’t see the current struggle is only preparation for a brighter future (a form of reaping and sewing if you will). Working out the kinks so we can be used…allowing God to mold us into a functional vessel. A lot of the time we are exposed to so much sin and hurt that we need to allow the father the mold us back into what he create so he can use us for our original purpose.

We as Christians have to come to a point where we can bury our hurt and understand being comfortable in our misery is not what the Lord wants for our lives. Instead of accepting struggle as our life baseline why not fight to change that which has wounded us? Or use it to help someone else not have to endure the same tough road if they can. I have learned to change my mind about the current state it’s in…… I am uncomfortable and my children are unhappy, but this is not what what is meant by we are to suffer persecution. If I had allowed the Lord to deliver me from strong holds and generational curses I could have saved my children from having to bare the cross of molestation, insecurity, low self esteem, anger, depression, and narcissism to name a few. No, I had a certain love for my struggles…..no one understood but me…….and I was too lazy to put in the work to be delivered. The Lord told his disciples that certain things can only be delivered through fasting and prayer. I wanted to cry, tarry, and be emotion with my cross instead of allow the Lord carry it for me as he said he would.

So, for now I am ready to stop being lazy and in love with my misery. I will fast and pray while living victoriously in my mind and allow liberty to flow through my heart, in Jesus name.

Love and blessings to you all.