If your childhood involved watching Lion King, raise your hand.🙋♂️🙋♀️
Simba ran for his dear life after he had being manipulated into thinking he killed his father. He ran from purpose. From his assignment. From his legacy. It was an easier life there in the jungle. He sang Hakuna Matata all day, everyday. No pressures, yes but no fulfilment of purpose too.
He was meant for more. His father, Mufasa's spirit lived in him and he gave him no rest till he went back to Pride Rock to confront Scar, his enemy. The strength of his roar was unprecedented. His beautiful defeat of Scar was too sweet to watch. Small Simba of yesterday was now a LION. A big boy so to speak. The grounds shook. They knew the King indeed had just introduced himself. Now he meant serious business- no more hakuna matata-ing all over the place. That fierceness had always been in him, he just needed a situation to push it out.
You are the miracle you are looking for. You are the one thousands of souls are waiting on- to hear your songs, to read your books, to buy your products. It is inside of you. It is in you. You carry your healing, your deliverance, your greatness. The world is waiting on your roar. God your father lives inside of you, you carry Him. Therefore, you are not restricted to a particular location. Believe that wherever you are, you must thrive. Get up, pick up your things and walk, King. Enough of the pity parties. Enough of the fun times. May you not use your destiny to play. Your kingdom is waiting on you.
Speak to the King in you- Tell him to get up and walk.
Roar baby, roar.
Peace, love and sunshine,
Your favourite writer girl,
Love.
Simba ran for his dear life after he had being manipulated into thinking he killed his father. He ran from purpose. From his assignment. From his legacy. It was an easier life there in the jungle. He sang Hakuna Matata all day, everyday. No pressures, yes but no fulfilment of purpose too.
He was meant for more. His father, Mufasa's spirit lived in him and he gave him no rest till he went back to Pride Rock to confront Scar, his enemy. The strength of his roar was unprecedented. His beautiful defeat of Scar was too sweet to watch. Small Simba of yesterday was now a LION. A big boy so to speak. The grounds shook. They knew the King indeed had just introduced himself. Now he meant serious business- no more hakuna matata-ing all over the place. That fierceness had always been in him, he just needed a situation to push it out.
You are the miracle you are looking for. You are the one thousands of souls are waiting on- to hear your songs, to read your books, to buy your products. It is inside of you. It is in you. You carry your healing, your deliverance, your greatness. The world is waiting on your roar. God your father lives inside of you, you carry Him. Therefore, you are not restricted to a particular location. Believe that wherever you are, you must thrive. Get up, pick up your things and walk, King. Enough of the pity parties. Enough of the fun times. May you not use your destiny to play. Your kingdom is waiting on you.
Speak to the King in you- Tell him to get up and walk.
Roar baby, roar.
Peace, love and sunshine,
Your favourite writer girl,
Love.
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