This book was written to inspire people to reach beyond their personal break
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Life is a game of tug war. Where at birth you are given one end of a rope, while God holds the other. During the course of life, people and personal obstacles is like a pair of sharp scissors standing in the middle of that rope waiting to cut. “Inspire Me” was written with the mission to act as a encouraging foot stool, that’ll allow you to reach beyond your personal break. Rather your break in the rope is the idea of losing your job, a battle with drugs, or just life in general you must be inspired. Inspiration is like a seed that God plants around the world, that doesn’t require you to be rich or famous to enjoy. Each time something or someone touches your life, its just another inspirational seed being planted within you, but its up to YOU to apply the proper care that’ll allow that seed to blossom. Losing my grandfather seemed to be the most devastating time of my life, but becoming more mature in Christ, I now realize that it was simply just an inspirational seed planted deep within my heart. The pain of losing my grandfather enabled me to connect with others that too feel as if their light is starting to dim. With “Inspire Me” I hope to inspire you as much as I’ve been inspired in writing it
As I walk the streets, day and night, night and day.. I watch the people in which I teased all through school, grab tight to their purse as I walk by. How did I get here? Once a promising high school football star.. Now I have sores across my arms, in which developed from injecting myself with drugs, that temporarily release my soul of trouble.. I wanna change.. I gotta change.. by how? How can I get someone to trust my tongue, when my hands continue to steal, just to support my habit?... with my eyes, I watch my siblings turn their back’s on me, and with my ears I listen to my mother, cry and pray unto the Lord to rescue my soul.. Where shall I turn.. With tears falling from my eyes.. I tie the belt tight around my arm, getting ready to take a flight far away from any guilt or pain my heart my hold.. I hear a small voice screaming from the walls.. “Don’t worry who trust you.. Just Trust Me”.. I take a long look at the needle in which I haven’t inserted into my arm yet.. Startled by the voice, I become very paranoid.. Unwrapping the belt from my arm.. “WHO SAID THAT” while searching from room to room.. I hear the wall speak again.. “Put Your Hand In Mine”… closing my eyes, putting my hands over my face.. STOP… (tears falling) please stop… Becoming afraid, I start to think of people I can run to.. My brother… I cant go back to him.. cause I stole 5 dollars, the last time we spoke.. My sister.. I never returned with her change.. My mother.. She’s tired of trying to save my soul.. Falling to my knees.. Lord where shall I turn… Lord I wanna see the forest but there’s this tree called drugs, which fogs my vision… What shall I do?.. My child inject me.. Inject the love that pours from my heart to yours.. Instead of running a race with no finish line.. Run my race.. Where at the end, I’ll embrace your heart and soul filled with a wonderful beginning and an everlasting life.. Just let go of this terrible life, and be healed in the presents of my name….Now here I stand 5 years later hugging my sister in which I didn’t return her change.. lending my brother 5 dollars, in which I stole years ago.. and reading to my mother in her little nursing room, in which I paid for.. THANK YOU JESUS…