This is how I survived :The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama
I stopped being soft. I knew that no matter how blessed I am being attacked. I knew I had to dress for the battle. The greater the attack the the more the blessed. That I knew!
I mean no robbers Rob an empty house. I needed to learn to handle the negative. I didn't want to ignore it. I didn't have to live into or dwell in it.
I was under spirit attack. I felt like am fighting a battle that is getting the best of me. I felt limited and unproductive. I was in a spiritual attack. I needed to see my enemy. I had loss for spiritual desire.
Life was knocking me between the eyes.
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It was hard, it was not easy