The language, the spirit understands Surrender… Not the kind of surrender that loses, but the kind that lays weapons down at the feet of the King and says, “I trust You more than I trust me.” Abide… To stay when it’s easier to run, to remain when emotions say leave, to root myself in the Vine because without Him I am only branches pretending to live. Yield… To loosen my grip on control, to unclench the fist of my will, to say, “Not my way, Lord — Your way, even if it breaks me into blessing.” Speak… Holy Spirit, speak into the noise of my thoughts, speak louder than fear, speak louder than pride, speak louder than the old man I used to be. Wait… When heaven feels silent, when prayers seem parked in stillness, when time tests my faith — I will wait like a warrior at the gate, knowing my Commander is never late. Listen… Not just with ears, but with a heart trained to recognize Your whisper over the roar of the world. Come, Holy Spirit… Come into the rooms I hide, come into the wounds I mask, come into the man I am becoming, and make him look like Jesus. Because this ~ Surrender abide yield speak wait listen Come Holy Spirit this is the language My Spirit Understands........~B~

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I silenced the world. Turned notifications off— Not just on my phone, But on every voice that told me who I was supposed to be. And that’s when it hit me… A tsunami of tears. Not gentle rain— I’m talking waves. Years stacked on years, Crashing all at once. I almost drowned in my own reflection. But hear me— I didn’t die in that water. I learned how to stand in it. See, I got tired of being called a victim. Tired of rehearsing pain like it was my identity. So I made a decision— Not to erase the hurt, But to stop letting it rule me. I chose to become the victor. Not the loudest in the room, Not the one flexing strength— But the one who survives And then turns around To lift life up with him. I walk different now. With confidence that doesn’t need applause. With determination that doesn’t ask permission. With obedience to purpose, not pressure. I move in peace. Real peace. The kind that shows up after you’ve cried all the tears And still decide to love life anyway. I embrace the pure nature of living— Breathing. Becoming. Standing still without fear of silence. I’m not numb. I’m not broken. I’m present. Grounded in serenity, Rooted in truth, Calm on the outside— But undefeated within. I didn’t mute the world to disappear. I muted it So I could finally hear myself

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