Your Time Has Expired

Strange that we waste so much time grieving over “seasonal relationships,” when we know that God appointed that time to expire for good reason. We spend time agonizing over “hidden potential” that was never presented. We sulk in denial cause the truth is too painful. We become self absorbed by pity. We become self righteous, bitter pillars of tall tales to save face. We drown aimlessly in flood waters of pain & affliction. We suffer brutally at every secret attack. “Survival” becomes the norm.

We gravitate effortlessly back into the same cat & mouse circle. They do just enough to keep you dangling. They demand your attention but withhold theirs. They covet you privately but ignore you publicly.

Their “love language” speaks passionately to your insecurities. They use their bait to finesse your vulnerabilities. Their motives are for selfish gains. Their intentions are malicious. They have no desire to see you rise up. In fact, they enable your dysfunction to capitalize on their strengths.

They take great delight in your suffering; so, they can pretend to rescue you.
They keep you locked outside in the rain but pretend their door is unlocked.
They stab you in the back then pretend to stop the bleeding.
They pretend you’re on their team but strategically set you up for failure.
They pretend to help but are secretly hindering.
They prey on your generosity to keep their hidden agendas funded.
They make promises that they don’t keep.
They pretend to keep it real but are no stranger to fake.
They lie to keep the umbilical cord connected.
They sow discord to scandalize your name & undermine your future potential.

I came to serve notice on these people today....

Your services are no longer needed.
Your have fulfilled your assignment.
I regret to inform you that your “time has expired.”
I wish you well with your future endeavors.
This is your official notice of termination.

**Your season of lack, poverty & struggle is over. You have been promoted to reign as an heir in the kingdom of abundance, where the promises are all good!**

Will you “receive” your inheritance on today?

Love & Blessings.

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