It All Starts Here,
Thank you Father for forgiving me and taking my sin and shame and washing me a new. I don’t know what my future holds but I know you hold my future. I refuse from this day on to let the past be a part of my future but I never want to forget what it was about and where I came from. Honestly, I’m scared to step out into faith. I’m scared to admit that I need you but the truth is that I do. I need all of you in all of me. Take these broken pieces that I am and turn me into a masterpiece. Please Lord please, please, please be my everything. As I’m choosing to completely and utterly sell out to you. Do what your word says you will do for me. Be my everything, be my all. Take me, take my life. Use me for your kingdom and your will. Strengthen me, encourage me, challenge me and grow me. I trust you, Lord.
Marcus
My farewell to the enemy,
You lying, deceiving, dirty little punk. What audacity and boldness you have to think that you can continue to take over my life and my mind. Okay, okay so for 30 years you had a stronghold on me. And then to punk me for the past seven with the death of my father, I’ll give you some credit, you got some guts. But now I’m telling you to GET THE HELL OUT OF ME. Out of my heart, out of my soul, and out of my mind. You want to know what you stole from me; 1-you stole my dad from me. You robbed me of him before I got a chance to make my relationship better with him. 2-you took my integrity and character causing me to be something I don’t want to be anymore; A liar, deceiver, and backstabber. I lied to family, friends, and my true loves. you’re such a fool, such a punk. You tore me apart. 3-you stole my relationship from me. You stole what the Lord brought together.
But you know what satan, I’m giving you notice that I’m done with you. So pack your bags sucka and move on. Get out of my life, I’m telling you that I’m here to take back everything that you stole. HaHa look out stupid cuz the fight is on. I want my life back, I want my finances back, I want my education back and I want my relationships back.
So peace out you dumb fool. Never again yours,
Marcus
(These 2 letters were written 1.5 years ago, at the front of my brothers journal. This was the pivotal point in his life, turning from one way and running to another, the Father’s love. This morning, Memorial day, he actually found this journal in the trunk of his car. The trunk of the car was locked shut for many months. This car is pretty beaten up, a sign of his past. He’s been trying to sell this car for a while. And this morning a man knocked on the door and said he’d buy it. A tow truck came, they opened the trunk, and a piece of his testimony, written down on sacred pages, was revived. He read it to me this morning, and I just had to share it. Because this is the story of so many of us. Coming to a place of brokenness and needing to make a choice. Sometimes getting to the darkest deepest loneliest place in life, leads us to the cross. And away from the enemy, the deceiver. And we’re never the same again. This world is in a battle, folks. A battle for our souls. But there is a hope, a freedom. No shame, no worry, no embarrassment. If you need Him, He is there. He loves you. He wants you, and to keep you safe with Him. Thank you brother, for your boldness and courage, to overcome, and to share)
