Suicide was the only agenda she had, it festered upon her mind, eating away at her thoughts provoking her to lose hope in all of her dreams, anxiety was the stronghold…

Popping pills from sunrise to sunset a young girl who was hopeless. A dying soul with no desire to see tomorrow her inability was focus. Her days were full of spiritual anquish tearing away at her flesh, discouragement and sadness with madness…stress. I know God is rumbling with remorse saying, “How can my precious child do this to me? Girl stop playing!” One day the Lord heard a sound that set the angels charging in a instant. It was the suicidal girl, a waif who was tormented, pouring out her soul crying to be set free. “God, where are you ? I want to believe, please rescue me from this sick maniacal dream! I need for you to hear me, I’m sick and this could be my last scream, my life is in denial for my soul despairs and I have been broken into so many pieces my heart lays bare. So I open unto you and pray so deeply the only thing that my mind knows is the enemy who tempts me with pills and relief,  it tells me to swallow until it kills my abilty to persevere and honor. God restore my emotions and reveal your love, when I stare at the mirror I long for a hug.” The Most High smiled laying His hand upon his child saying… “I demolish what is unclean I answer your prayers I plead w/ the blood of Jesus shielding your temple with grace and mercy, I destroy every demon that may haunt you just watch me, I cover you with my power my banner over you is love for you shall use your sword I AM the Word of God.” “Thank you Father.” the child confessed, “No more dreams of suicide, I thank you for keeping me blessed.”

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