And that itself, keeps me so humble. Misery loves company fasho, but we cut from different cloths, made from difference sauce shorty. Stay blessed, the evil-hearted never win.๐ฎโ๐จ
Sometimes I find myself wanting to clap back. Bite at everyone who bark at me. But then I look at those people, like really look at them.. what kinda life theyโre living. The choices theyโre making. The things they do. Compared to who I am, what I do & the way I think and move.
โI pray that the eyes of my heart will be enlightened so that I might know what is the hope of his calling, what is the wealth of his glorious inheritance in the same.โ