My mother used to say if the shoe fits wear it. Lol
Irene Clayton if you could survive her household you can surbive this world. A household full of lessons dark, cold, and direct to the point. She could care what you thought of her. She lives by this same sentiment. I call my mother a Cold Black Bitch.
I’m learning that healing is deeper than one specific body part.
It reaches the heart, the tongue, and the soul.
You can receive mercy and still need transformation.
You can be spared and still be called to repent.
You can be healed and still need to heal how you treat people.
God’s favor isn’t given so we can judge, tear down, or speak death over others.
It’s given so we soften, forgive, and walk in humility.
The Word reminds us that life and death are in the power of the tongue.
So I’m choosing words that heal, not harm.
Grace that covers, not condemns.
Boundaries that protect my peace.
I lift my bloodline, friends, and church family up in prayer daily.
I pray that no weapon formed against them shall prosper — in any way.
I thank God for time.
I honesltt beleive time can heal wounds- no matter where the wound land physically so you can see and internally where ypu can see. Bu trhe wound will make sure it exist.
But time also runs out on people. Thisnis the part folks forget abou.
That’s when guilt shows up…
the what ifs, the I wish I would’ve, the if only I had.
I promise you this: we all need God’s grace and mercy. We must also learn to guard our hearts and watch our tongues.
Don’t let hate keep you outside the Kingdom of God.
Choose repentance over pride.
Healing over harm.
Love over ego.
Lord, keep us covered. Keep us clean. 🙏🏽✨
I’ve been around the block and I pay attention to what I need to pay attention too.
God has blessed me with wisdom and discernment.
I say this with humility: look at your own life — the whole story — and then return with the same grace you expect when you share it with others.
One-sided stories, half-truths, and unheard realities often sit on the surface, while the real cause — the root of misunderstanding — remains buried.
When people share what’s on their heart, I don’t hear an enemy —
I see the little girl or little boy still hurting inside.
After they finish speaking, they often say,
“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” with a little laugh.
And I do.
Because I know what to do with that hurt. But, obviously they do not.
I’m going to cover you in prayer.
I’m going to ask God to heal the entire you.
I’m going to ask Him to stir up the gift that’s inside of you.
I’m going to pray without ceasing.
I’m going to pray for resources to help you heal.
I’m praying grow up little girl and little boy. Come out and be an adult.
That’s when I start praying, fasting, and meditating.
Because wounds speak.
Pain leaks out through the mouth.
The tongue carries blisters of trauma, vengeance, deceit, and unhealed hurt.
So I don’t argue.
I don’t match energy.
I shake my head — not in judgment, but as if I’m wiping away a windshield full of pain.
And I pray.
Oh, I pray.
I pray they seek God.
I pray they choose healing — through therapy, journaling, repentance, whatever it takes.
“Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.”
Lord, heal hearts so words no longer bleed. 🙏🏽
Lord, keep my heart clean, my spirit humble, and my mouth aligned with You.
I don’t want to just survive — I want to be transformed. 🙏🏽✨
Ethel Mindset 