KathyLesure

Listen… I know it’s been a couple of months😔 (well, almost four), but life has really been doing the ab-so-lute MOST!! satan has reeeeally been trying to make me think I was crazy for staring him D.O.W.N. last year and declaring that I was FREE from depression cause bayyyybeee: he has been playing.all.up.in.my.face !!!😒

I mean …. he’s been dribbling like the HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS with two basketballs!

He’s been high kicking like the ROCKETTES!

He’s been raising his ghost pepper eyebrow like THE ROCK and rolling his neck like Sheree’ from THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF ATLANTA; daring me, saying:

He’s been playing h.a.r.d.c.o.r.e. like he did when he ran his tail to ask GOD for permission to attack Job. satan has been taunting me in a ‘curse God and die’ kind of way like Job’s wife did her husband.

Now let me make one thing VERY clear before the ‘holier-than-thou’ start their finger pointing: I ain’t giving satan 🚫 glory. 😤 I wouldn’t. he’s my WORST enemy. I quite literally canNOT STAND his stanking a$htray 😒 As much as I detest using the word: I … HATE … him!!!

Yet,,, I let my guard down and this foo called ‘shotgun’ on the passenger side of the vehicle that is my life!🤦🏾‍♀️ I let him ride and he CARJACKED me! he drove my behind right to shallow and dropped me off of a cliff like Scar did Mufasa …

It’s tragic. I know (🤦🏾‍♀️), but I still had a few fire baptized Believers tarrying for me! 🛐 I still had a few real friends who weren’t scared to slap me upside my head in the Spirit and remind me of who I am in Christ! So almost four months and several slaps (ouch) later …

I’mmmmm baaacccckkk !!! 😁 And yes, I am still battling depression every.single.day of my life (😔), buttttt … satan can high-kick straight to HELL !!! 😤⬇️👇🏽 I mean hit hell HARD!!! 👋🏾✌🏽

My declaration is that “I’m back” and I’m pressing towards my destiny! (Philippians 3:14)

You guys, I have SOOOO much to share with you … SO, so much about what’s been going on since June 16, 2023 (one week post-op).🥺😞 However, I’ve got to catch you up to speed with the background information. I know I’m not going to be able to tell it all. There just isn’t enough space or time (🤦🏾‍♀️), but I’ll give it the old college try. Now where was I?

Oh! “Sugar to Shitake Mushrooms”?? 🤔 Nope, that’s not it. It’s “medicate me please”!

Listen. I know a lot of my social media friends are watching this space (whether they ever admit it or not). I know that about half of my social media friends are folks I’ve known in the religious community: church folks, if you will. Another twenty-five percent are family and people that I’ve met in my work life. All share a common thread. We are all Believers. But if you’d just allow me a moment to be totally honest with you withOUT judgment, withOUT your funny looks, not-so-quiet ‘whispers’ and scriptural MISSIVES (because, despite my shortcomings, I’ve read and studied them too), then I’ll share a truth that I’ve needed to unburden myself of:

I thought I could outsmart God. 🫣😔

I had my Tower of Babel all planned out.

Me. Lil’ Nimrod. 🤦🏾‍♀️ I made a plan, grabbed my little tools and supplies, then got to building!

I even solicited the help of a few ‘friends’ who co-signed on my ‘highway to healing’. Did you hear me? I consulted my friends. I didn’t ask God nothing.

I was foolish. I was prideful and a fall was coming …

Not too many days hence, God tore my lil’ playhouse D.O.W.N. 😔