I’ve been doing my own taxes for 26 years. Today I was sitting in my home study room inputting all my W2s and 1099 forms. I realized I made more money in 2019 than I’ve ever made in my life. I made 2.5 times more than what I used to make when I walked away from my former company six years ago. I made that money while setting my own schedule and primarily working from home. I began to cry profusely. I mean it was an ugly cry.
I started crying because of all the images of the struggle we’ve experienced flashed before my eyes when the number popped on the screen. Images such as the day my husband was laid off because of the recession… and the day Children’s Healthcare told me I didn’t have insurance while sitting in the emergency room in the middle of the night with my son…and the day my daughter and I spent six hours in Clayton County welfare so I could get a Peach Card for food when she was a baby… and the days my youngest son and I spent 4-5 hours each time I needed Clayton County WIC…and the day I came home and our water was shut off… and the day I got demoted and reduced to making $13 an hour…and the day I didn’t have money for Christmas toys for my kids…and the times I had to borrow money from my mom or my sister… and the time my former company president looked me in the eye and said he never wanted or believed I deserved a promotion… and the days I watched my husband patch up his shoes on his way to a security guard job while he was in school… and the time I almost defaulted on my mortgage…and the hours I spent at Grady Hospital to get free quality healthcare during my pregnacies.
I remembered those days and I cried.
But then I started thinking about my pink prayer confession binder and the years of prayers that are in there. You see, those years of prayers were the seeds that harvested the transformation in our lives. My prayer binder birthed my family’s financial increase. My prayer binder birthed the favor in my life. That prayer binder birthed my power house, praying anointed, husband. That prayer binder birthed God’s women’s ministry in me. That prayer binder birthed my debt freedom. That prayer binder birthed the awesome new home we walked into five months ago. It birthed my new SUV. It birthed my three self-published books. It birthed my masters degree. It birthed the return of my husband’s car when theives stole it. That binder birthed healing for my step dad from two strokes. It birthed my move to New Hope when I didn’t know where we were going to worship. It birthed healing in my son. It birthed my career change to become a college professor. It birthed a fire in me that the devil can’t steal. That prayer binder birthed the fierce, faithful praying warrior woman that I am. And I don’t say any of this in a haughty or boastful manner because manifestation means nothing without Jesus Christ getting the glory.
Every single thing I’m living right now correlates directly to my scripture based prayer confessions in my old worn out prayer binder. Why am I telling ya’ll this? I don’t know. 🙂 I didn’t wake up this morning with an unction to tell all of my business. I woke up this morning and said God use me.
Please know that I’m not writing this to cajole anyone into attending our next Bible Study because I always trust God to send the women He wants me to serve.
What I’m writing here now started as a text to my mom, sister and best friend and then morphed into what you’re reading. I started writing this post with tears in my eyes while praising God for His goodness in 2019. I didn’t do anything other than seek Him constantly and believe him unapologetically.
Whatever you are believing God for… please, please, please don’t give up. Don’t ever stop. Get His Word on it and confess what He has to say for you and your future. It doesn’t matter what you’re asking God for… don’t ever give up. Ever.
I’m a living testimony.
You sister and servant,
Kimyetta
The Prayer Closet 