❝𝒫𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓃❞

❝𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 1❞

“Praise Me in Pain”

Why you got confetti and conspiracy?
Celebration in your hands,
but suspicion in your heart.
You toss joy in the air
like maybe it won’t fall back down and hit you
like every other hope did.

You got balloons tied to burdens,
candles on cakes baked with questions
like “Why, God?”
Why am I dancing and drowning in the same hour?

You can’t even celebrate,
‘cause you fighting the same seasons
you supposed to celebrate.
You stuck in a loop
every breakthrough feels like déjà vu
of the last breakdown.
Every blessing comes with a bruise.

I see it
you wear victory like a visitor,
not a resident.
You hold joy like it’s on lease,
like it could be repossessed by grief
at any minute.

But I…
I am not fragile like your feelings.
I am faithful in your fight.
I don’t just show up when the sky is clear
I dwell in the storm.
I’m the calm and the chaos.
The whisper and the war cry.

You say,
“God, I’m tired.”
I say,
“Good. Now let Me carry.”

You say,
“I can’t celebrate in this mess.”
I say,
“I’m the Master in the middle of messes.”

So why you waiting for peace to praise Me?
Why you waiting for ease to exalt Me?
Why you waiting for answers
when I gave you anointed agony
and divine delays
so your worship wouldn’t depend on weather?

I’m giving you tenacity
holy grit.
Spiritual steel in your spine.
I’m giving you the strength
to raise hallelujahs with trembling hands,
to dance in disaster,
to shout when silence surrounds you.

I’m giving you the tenacity
to praise Me in pain.

Not because the pain is good
but because I still am.