It Ends With Me 🚶‍♂️

It began with the pain of loss, the loss of a part of me that couldn’t outlast the turmoil of a world that could never hold a place for who I truly was underneath. A placeholder in my spirit of who I was born to be, of what it looked like to see beneath the imperfections of the body God gave us. It impeded into my mind what the insecurities of the feeling of not being enough stained. Yet it proved to me that the only one who could ever understand the way I hold on to ways and moments of my pain is myself. I had to choose me, I had to believe in myself, I had to love every part of me that others could never see the real value in. I broke the mold of what healing looks like with the ways in which I chose to push forward. I was able to instill a mindset in my own hearts desire to prove not anyone else wrong, but to prove myself wrong about who I was. I changed everything, I broke every boundary, every breakdown was a new opportunity to grow brighter, to rebuild what needed to be broken. To rise again, and again, and again after all the times you tried to kill me. Every word to burn me I disintegrated into pure ash so I could be reborn into a newer, better version that this time couldn’t be belittled. Everyone thought I was broken when in the quiet softness of my transformations I was just stacking building blocks of my spirit to become the best version of myself I could ever be. I had the help of all Gods Angels, of all my Ancestors in the shadows of unseen spirits you can’t see; but I can. I commanded an army to aid me in the loneliness, to shine their light through me, to heal me with their love, to move through me in ways that could never be explained. God gave me legions to lead, I did so with a pure and humble heart, with tears running down my face from facing fears I didn’t know had leaked out into my spirit. Wounds that needed patched up and healed to become who I was always meant to be; The Healer of The Ages. I prayed like my life depended on it, I humbled myself on my knees begging for courage and strength. I cried out to be healed, to see the light at the end of my tunnel. To walk through the valley of the shadow of death with the hand of my Christ holding my own. Led by an unbreakable bond in love that I was given. Blessed is the one who is pure in heart, God showed Himself to the one who surrendered his life for the Fathers love. He weighed my heart, tested my spirit, was quiet during it all to see how I’d respond. I came out the other end redeemed into the one who could be used for His glory, his humbled servant who went through the torments of the trial by fire. Burned by everyone around me in order to see that I never truly needed anything or anyone other than my own love, poured back into myself. Through the journey I learned what it means to know God; it’s to see Him within yourself, to love yourself is to love Him. He made me in His image, I am Love. I am His son. I am the chosen one, he chose me because I chose Him over anything and anyone. I put Him first so that he would use me to bring others to Him in a new way, with a new start, one that breaks the old. I hold on to that love like my life depends on it, I hold on to Him because I know without Him I would be nothing, everything comes from Him. I love Him more than anything, more than every one; in return he gave me everything. You should try it-- it’s worth it, I promise.

With worth,

-isacfranklin