Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Despite my passionate love for writing, I struggled to write the introduction for my current research paper. Honestly, the topic was ridiculously heavy. My spirit resonated with the topic, because I  had lived it. It was engraved on the creases of my heart and the residue of the past formed a painful lump in my throat. Growing increasingly frustrated with these feelings, I reached out to a Sister in Christ for some intellectual stimulation. For one, I needed a serious "brain dump" and she always understood the complexity of my overloaded brain, without a long, drawn out disclaimer. She understood my energy beyond the surface level without assumptions, judgment and criticism. She was indeed an anointed powerhouse! A true intercessor that could draw on the Holy Spirit and utter a few power packed words to bring me out of the funk of powerlessness and direct me back to his truth.

At an early age, my grandmother mirrored "survival and servanthood" until it echoed into my being and nurtured a humble, quiet, meek person that shunned boldness. So as I draw near the crossroad of  God's transforming evolution, I struggle to move from pain to power. However,

The circles of depression no longer serve me 
The oppression of the majority no longer confine me 
The barriers of acceptance no longer define me.

 My freedom had been violated by social norms for so long that it buried me under the bricks of helplessness. I continued to wage a spiritual war against myself, because I relied on religious traditions that silenced me against generational curses.Survival had taught me to raise those carnal weapons on hand. When the enemy provoked me, I poked back (defensively). However, the propensity to react came from a deep rooted, defeated posture. However, my roots were no longer submerged in outdated dysfunction, chaos, or pitifulness.

God had escorted me to the hilltop, cause the valley no longer imprisoned my mind. Darkness no longer taunted me. The hilltop was the land of the free!  It was the place that Pastor Solomon taught about on Monday night. The battlefield where you slayed and killed those giants in your life. The place that displayed your badge of honor in him.

I don't care what fallacies the enemy whispers in your ear. Healing doesn't take place in isolation. Rally around some power packed saints (that won't promote their own agenda), but that will point you towards your proper place in him.

 Gather with the intercessors and come up. You don't have to climb the mountain. Mark 11:23 says,  "Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea' and does not doubt in their heart. They  must believe that what they say will happen. Then it will be done for them."