The Word. Labels in and of themselves hold no power. It is only when we ingest the poison. When our sensitivity is struck and resonates with the vibration of a word. It sticks. And we let it define us forever because we felt something. We felt shame. We felt guilt. We were. We are. He paid. The enemy knows.
Now buck up buttercup. You silly, yada, yada. Arrows with your name. Christ owns the Word. There is a shield against the assault. Faith. Sounds fluffy. It's undercover...soft but strong. Operations don't typically announce themselves in advance. The shield of faith says this: you are not your mistakes, you are not your weaknesses..it was a trap.. I saw em do it... I got this. See you soon. Love God.
I don't know...there's a peak into my paradigm. I'm going with Sense 8. Narcissistic in it's belief that something greater exists and we might be a part of it after all...
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