Oh, so it’s Too Far Friday, huh? Let’s talk about it. Who gave you the audacity, the courage, the sheer nerve to think you could run up on me like I’m some kind of afterthought? Like I don’t know who I am or Whose I am? Let’s be real—what part of your unhealed baggage made you think it was cool to throw your insecurities, your trauma, and your misplaced triggers at me like I’m your personal punching bag?
Picking me up, putting me down—when it suits you. Misusing, abusing, and shaking up my peace like I’m a snow globe for your entertainment. Stressing me out, triggering my worth, my dreams, my faith, my entire vibe. And for what? To feel big? To avoid fixing yourself? Nah, we’re not doing that.
You’ve clearly mistaken my kindness for weakness. You must have confused my patience for permission. Let me correct you: this stops now. You’re out here projecting your chaos onto me, thinking I’ll just keep absorbing it like a sponge. But guess what? I’ve wrung myself out, and your drama no longer sticks. I refuse to be the scapegoat for your brokenness.
Here’s the truth, and it’s going to sting: God’s not smiling at what you’re doing. You’re not living out your purpose, and your assignment? Yeah, this ain’t it. So how about you pause, get yourself some help, and align your life with the Creator? Because what you are doing isn’t hitting on a pile of shit!
And me? I’m reclaiming my peace, my joy, and my worth. God said I’m fearfully and wonderfully made, and your mess? It’s no longer my problem. Your chaos isn’t my calling. Your baggage isn’t my burden. You will no longer drag me into the storm you refuse to get out of. I am not the fixer for what you’re too afraid to face.
Let’s be clear—you can’t steal my purpose. You can’t dim my light. You can’t rewrite my story just because you’re too scared to step into your own. Every time you try, all you’re doing is revealing the cracks in your own foundation. And while you’re over here playing games, I’m building solid ground under my feet. God’s got me, and your nonsense doesn’t even register anymore.
You thought you could shake me? Nah, I’m unshakable. You thought you could stop me? Nah, I’m unstoppable. The same God who made the mountains is the same God who made me—and He didn’t put me here to cater to your chaos. He put me here to rise above it. And that’s exactly what I’m doing.
So, let me ask you again, who do you think you are? Do you really think God’s okay with the way you’ve been moving? Do you think He’s clapping for the way you’ve been misusing, abusing, and manipulating the people around you? Spoiler alert: He’s not. And if you keep walking this path, all you’re doing is running further from the person He created you to be.
Let me tell you this: God is still waiting for you. Even after all this, He’s still there with open arms. But you’ve got to decide—are you going to keep tearing people down, or are you finally going to step up and be who He called you to be? Because right now, you’re wasting your potential, your time, and everyone else’s patience.
And me? I’m done carrying your weight. I’m done being your emotional dumping ground. I’m done letting you shake my peace, my joy, and my worth. God gave me all the tools I need to walk in my purpose, and you? You’re not part of that equation anymore. So, take your insecurities, your triggers, your games, and your mess, and carry them right on out of my space. Because this is where I draw the line.
It’s Too Far Friday, and you’ve officially crossed every line there is to cross. So now? I’m reclaiming everything you tried to take. My time, my energy, my sanity, my purpose. God said, “No weapon formed against me shall prosper,” and guess what? That includes you.
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