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  • It Is Well With My Soul

    I would cry out to God from the pit of my soul.
    As I wrestled with anxiety and depression,
    The unending churning deep within my stomach,
    I did not think that season would ever end.
    I did not have a desire to eat or be present.
    All I wanted to do was hide in a place that was small enough to fit just me.
    It was then I wished I knew what it looked like to be free.

    Days felt like months and months, years.
    I kept praying, “Lord, please help me!”
    And in those moments God lifted my load
    And lo and behold a new chapter of my story unfolded.
    God’s light shined through the shadows of doubt and fear
    Unleashing the true essence of my divine design, it was crystal clear.

    I went through the fire to turn my trauma into gold.
    What was once scary is now beautiful.
    No longer letting the intensity of today’s pain take away the joy of tomorrow’s glory
    Because the seed of my pain was exchanged for my victory.

    I am the personification of strength and resiliency.
    A woman with a pen and purpose
    Connected to this God-given system that flows with greatness.
    Poetry became like breathing to me
    And to others a shoulder to lean on,
    Leaning towards solace
    I can finally say I know what solace looks and tastes like.

    I found love within God’s love letters
    And found peace within the broken pieces of me I once thought were no longer valuable.
    Forever grateful that Christ paid the full price for something that was broken.
    What was once bloody is now beautiful
    Beautifully put, when God exchanged my heart for His
    And gave me a new spirit to reject the handful hand-me-downs of generational trauma.

    I am aligned with energies that heal my past and grow my future.
    I release past versions of me that no longer reflect who I am.
    My flesh is rewriting the story about my new inheritance, a garden of generational blessings.
    Planting the most powerful word seeds for glowing vibes of a fruitful harvest.
    Sun-kissed in rich soil of healing and revelation, a prophetic word.
    I stand with mountain-moving faith, believing that it is well with my soul!

    Stephanie Anyaoha

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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