AVATAR
“I Came Back an Avatar”
Try this, come back as someone else. Me, myself, I chose to return an Avatar. Not for applause, not for pity, But to speak monologue, not dialogue. You may listen, or not. But I’ve got something to say. People who resist your growth, belittle your calling, pull you back into sin cycles and silent compromise, leave them. They can’t walk into your higher assignment. “Come out from among them, and be ye separate,” (2 Corinthians 6:17) not better, just chosen. I’d be dead had I not found God. The peace now planted in my home was birthed from chaos. Each room, painted with pain, each color a war won in prayer. My home? A vineyard. What I once planted trembling, now grows tall, feeding, shading, healing. “I am the vine, you are the branches…” (John 15:5) Growth is the evidence of God’s presence. Home projects? Never done. Because God’s not finished with me yet. “Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion…” (Philippians 1:6) Each wall, a testimony. Each plant, a praise. Each texture, a timeline. Every brushstroke says: “I survived.” So yes, I came back. But not the same. I came back as an Avatar. Not of fantasy, but of faith. My voice? A vessel. My scars? A sermon. My silence? Strategy. My monologue? Ministry. Let those who have ears, hear. Amen