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It's In Your Blood

As I became a mother to more than one child, I started to feel overwhelmed.  I felt like I was losing control and had no plan of action on how to balance and make everything happen.  I remember one day crying out to some of my family members, one in which was my grandmother.  I remember her simply saying, "You can do this, Samarra! It's in your blood." She began to talk with me about her life as a mother of four and how she managed to handle things.  She admitted that it was a struggle considering she wasn't saved at the time but she found strength to do what she needed to do as a mother.  I was reminded of this as I was driving home from a workout and listening to a spiritual message on YouTube that had nothing to do with what God was downloading in my spirit.  He reminded me of that simple conversation with my grandmother.  While she was reminding me of what I was made up of from a physical perspective,  God was speaking to me from a spiritual perspective. He was saying that it's in my blood to overcome fear, the feeling of being overwhelmed, the feeling of doubt or anything that was opposite of who and what He said that I am was in my blood to overcome it.  He reminded me that the day I decided to give my life to Him and live completely for Him was the day new blood begin to flow in my body.  The new blood that I am speaking about is the blood of Jesus.  His blood makes all things new.  His blood brings healing, a cleansing, a protection and most importantly, His blood brings strength.  So, take courage in knowing that whatever you are up against, know that once you are a child of the Most High, it's in your blood to overcome it.


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