I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

Ill Leave Names out she knows who she is she turned her back on Gods GloryI stayed and did it by my self for my father all For His Glory Praise GodIt all started with betrayal, you know? The kind you never see coming, and when it hits, it cuts so deep. My so-called friend—the one I trusted, the one I thought would always have my back—laughed at