The Wiky 3

There comes a time when the old drumbeat changes.
We honor the songs that carried us,
but Creator may whisper,
‘Now sing your own song.’
The voices of our loved ones do not disappear —
they become part of the wind behind us,
helping push us forward.
We do not leave the old trail in disrespect.
We leave footprints of gratitude
and walk toward the next fire.

In our way, we are taught that speaking the Creator’s promises is not to remind Him of His power…
it is to remind our own spirit.

When you speak life, hope, and truth over yourself, your spirit begins to rise. Your eyes stop seeing only the struggle, and you begin to remember who walks beside you.

A wounded spirit says, “I can’t.”
A healed spirit says, “The Creator will make a way.”

Do not let hardship turn you into someone who believes they are defeated.

The storm may be real, but so is the strength the Creator placed within you.

Walk with the heart of a warrior, not a victim.
Because what stands against you is never greater than the spirit that stands with you.

R.I.P Mom, Dad, Brother. Will see you again. Baamaapii