I remember a time when I was living my life as God intended…I was a child. As I grew, each “bad” experience, whether I wanted it to or not, made me weaker but my armor got stronger. And with this armor, I was able to endure what would break most women. I became INVINCIBLE and if I wanted to, I could dismiss a person with a thought.

And today, Love asks me to *tears* take off my armor to be healed. And Im battling with God now, please, why would you ask this of me? You know my condition, you know my state? Its no secret, so why would you do this? The answer…

Because its time.