Generational Strength

They told us fear was wisdom.

They called survival strength.
They said, “Be careful… don’t reach too far… don’t wake what might cost you peace.”

But what they really passed down was a whisper that sounded like protection and lived like a cage.

I come from people who learned how to endure.
Strong hands.
Quiet prayers.
Dreams folded and tucked away like letters never mailed.

My grandmother didn’t fail me.
My mother didn’t weaken me.
They carried what they were given and handed it to me the best way they knew how.

But somewhere between their silence and my calling,
God spoke louder.

He said
I did not give you fear.

Not the fear that makes you shrink.
Not the fear that tells you your voice is too loud or your faith too bold or your destiny too expensive.

I did not give you fear.

I gave you power.
Power to break cycles they couldn’t name.
Power to stand where they had to bow.
Power to believe when history said don’t.

I gave you love.
Not the fragile kind.
The kind that confronts generational wounds and still chooses healing.
The kind that raises children with confidence instead of caution.

And I gave you a sound mind so you’d stop confusing trauma with tradition and survival with calling.

See, fear has a lineage.
But faith has a throne.

And today, I stand not dishonoring where I come from but finishing what they prayed for.

I am the answered prayer they whispered through tired lips.
I am the strength they didn’t have permission to become.

I do not run from giants because my God trained me in wilderness seasons you never saw.

I carry dynasty in my blood and dominion in my spirit.

This is the moment fear breaks.
This is the moment strength remembers its name.

We don’t inherit fear anymore.
We inherit fire.
We inherit faith.
We inherit forward.

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This is KNg Dynasty.
And we were never meant to survive.
We were meant to reign.