Cowards fruits

Hidden Strongholds My Way to The Ladder of Success During the Pandemic I Thrive

I enter in to navigating success if we could replace "hello" with "God Bless You"; as a greeting for people it would merely a modest word. Righteousness. I thought it

Brave are a good Shepherd mindset as I read my childhood storybook in my 4th grade classroom. These readings have a very inculcate disdainful impact during my studies and relationship as I grew up to an adult. I watch hypocritically because of what I believe, I watched and prayed at the behavior of some including my own family as well as personal friends as well as strangers. I measure against what I would want to be measured against me; could I measure up to the standard laid before me; hard decisions, reactions give me gleefully acceptance of myself.

Fatherhood comes out of freedom slowly we are seeing the value of it.

What cost slavery bought to a population of people? I self-question myself, what is happening to my life, my disposition on truth. Where are the cowards fruit perhaps at times we play the coward, enslaving ourselves to fear just because we do not take seriously "the word" ; we do not believe he is actually with us or will strengthen us. While it is natural to experience fear, we are commanded not to let fear control us: instead, we are to cry out to the God of peace, who has promised to be with us in time of need Isaiah is coming into my life for help and I leap beyond where I am therefore my dreams are no longer failing me daily. I truly need to be led to and through the narrow pathway. The coward's fruit I use to eat I began to come out of the darkness which seemed to surround me because I stop eating the coward's fruit my acknowledgment of the hidden stronghold places me into a better homage of it's reality.

The failure of a marriage and the two children I would have to rise up to support as the years come; I remember the reading is real and the truth is here as my tears fell from my eyes during the heavy pressing days of darkness. The hymns from my ancestors smothering to my heart as time the teaching and preaching recognized language between my soul and the spirits. I usher the spirits of the reading to its climax. The distortion of truth was revealed and my life would never be the same.

I questioned why do the braids of my hair bring evil "the word" said....

The vulgar music in present day songs and the dyspeptic blundering lyrics. The commitment prolonged to a purpose I found today to be very obeisance to my creativity even as I write to you today.

I simply have been instructed to walk it out each life issues. Fathers and husband missing as evil take away from the house empty from his present all other issues relating to tantalizing me without fatherhood observation my sons only sees singleness of womanhood, Oh I can't be a man discouraging merely a modest word because I see so much of it.

Righteousness is an act I thought was a progressive behavior for men until I receive the revelation of one good shepherd the book speaks of. Let me tell you all these readings were found everywhere I was told about the one good shepherd it had a very inculcate disdain impact on me during my studies and relationships with laws and commandments so, I watched hypocritically at the behavior of some including my own family or personal friends and etc. My own decisions and reactions gave me gleefully acceptance of myself but made me self- questioned what was happening in life and my disposition. why? I could not leap beyond where I was and my dreams where failing me until I did not eat a fruit of xenophobia for example.

The narrow pathway was clear to me and hard to find. I begin to come out of the darkness which seem to surround me on as I became a gate keeper to the door. The acknowledgment places me into a better homage to God and his reality. I can remember later in years after a divorce and two children in the congregation I cry out boldly he is real and this is the truth; as tears fell from my eyes.

The hymns and the teaching and preaching recognized language between my soul and the spirits with ushering of spirit. Now my leaps beyond where the evil impact my life.

The vulgar music in present day songs and the dyspeptic blundering lyrics within songs at church during my early years at church all prolong my commitment to a purpose I found today to be very obeisance to my creativity even as I write to you today.