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“Buried But Not Broken”
Though attacked, Though hated, Though envied by those who never truly knew the cost of favor. Yet still, Divinely protected. Shielded not by algorithms or encryption, but by the hand of the Almighty, the ONE who anoints in the presence of enemies, who hides HIS beloved in the cleft of the rock when storms rage. See, they tried to ruin what they didn’t plant. Sent rumors like arrows. Built traps with group chat blueprints, but (Psalm 91:7) said what it said: “A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.” Now they’re sitting in regret, Clutching their hearts, Grieving not your loss but their failed plot. They’re crying in comments, scrolling through your glow like it owes them closure. They thought you were buried, But what they didn’t know is that seeds don’t die in dirt, they grow. You revived with receipts, Not to boast, but to testify. To show that every valley was fertile ground, every shadow was cast by Light, and every delay was Divine strategy. Beloved, learn from this: In a world where over sharing is currency, discernment is your wealth. Jesus didn’t entrust HIMSELF to every man, Because HE knew what was in them (John 2:24). So guard your pearls. Don’t cast them to pigs who only trample, screenshot, twist your witness for sport. This is the digital wilderness. And if Satan could quote Scripture in the desert, what makes you think he can’t twist your timeline? I thank God I learned early, before the likes and follows, before the thirst for views became a thirst trap for virtue. I learned: Some victories are sacred. Some healings happen in private. And some vindications are God’s alone. So yes, though hated, Though lied on, Though left for dead by people who once praised you, Still, you rose. Because resurrection isn’t just an Easter sermon, It’s the rhythm of the redeemed. So walk in that protection. Post with purpose. Move with wisdom. And let your story be a parable, A reminder to the doubters, the stalkers, the silent watchers: You can’t bury what God has called to bloom. Amen