Still I Rise

 

For this moment, I believe this is an appropriate word. My apologies for my inconsistencies and inactivity, I have been keeping my equilibrium through these challenges. I know to everything there is a season, and at this present time is a season of tough endurance along with the recovery of surgery.  Some seasons we faced in life are great and some seasons are tough. If you are in a great season, it's only going to get greater. And if you are in a tough season, be of good cheer, it shall be well. While our circumstances may be challenging and difficult, they will not last forever. We must rise above all challenges great, Rise above anger! Rise above attacks! Rise above defeat! Rise above frustration! Rise above disappointment! Rise above regret! Rise above adversities!

 Still I Rise

During this journey of physical healing and victory, I had to sift my spiraling emotions to savoring my Father's Words by setting my affection on things above and not on things on the earth (Colossians 3:2). Sometimes, life will make you take a pause and seem like your peace is impossible to find. You just keep praying and believing, nothing is too hard with God. I am not going to tell you that it has not been challenging mentally, and physically but nevertheless I am Victorious. Therefore, regardless, of your present situation YOU and I can rise up and declare "I WIN",  this is not the end "Still I Rise."

Your journey may not be mine and mine may not be yours, however, you may be feeling alone or faced with a health challenge, family or marriage relations, unemployment, loss of a loved one, pain in your body, physically or psychologically, or you may just need some words of encouragement, no matter what my friend I want you to shout Yes!!!  as long as breath is in your body "Still YOU Rise." Still I Rise, one of my favorite poets Maya Angelou encouraged us not to be defeated in the midst of it all....  

                                                 

Still I Rise
BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Love and Blessings!!!
Love Lola