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by Author Tray Real (Author)
Being blessed with a spiritual and prophetic gift is a gift from God, not from a Theologian School. I was born to parents who made an ominous choice to pimp me out in the name of God, verses rearing me according to the word of God. This caused me to question his existence along with my own.
The Bishop and his she devil First Lady were my pimps and my abusers along with my parents and others. They used and manipulated scripture to validate their actions. They were known to pass the plate more than they fed the parishioners a good word.
I met Marco at school and found that we had a lot in common. Our families also attended the same church. After we began spending time together, I thought that I loved him. I soon discovered that my love differed from Websters.
Eventually, I declared liberty over my life. Remembering that I serve a God who gets down in the pain and struggle with me. I learned through my trials that God was in this fight I considered my life with me. Therefore, pain could not have the final say.
Attorney Body and I became one another's anchors. She stayed the course and prayed me through. Although what she revealed about her and Marcos connection would have had me running toward the heal, she stayed the course until she became a choice.
God placed me in this position. Although I felt overwhelmed, and consumed with negativity and doubt at times, I was the right person for this job. My calling was bigger than what I was able to see with my worldly vision.
With all that was done to me by those who claimed to love me, God would not allow me to die. I had to learn not to let doubt drag me down into the darkness that was trying to blind me. Fear could no longer supersede my faith, nor could I confine God to any specific religion.
There is a new devil on every level, and I am now armed and equipped, having no fear. This fight is not mine. With that being said, Father, this is your fight! I'll be over here standing on your word!!!
