I Was Born to Break What Broke Us
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” —Psalm 34:18
- The Quiet Weight We Carry
Some burdens aren’t chosen. They settle on your back before you know how to name them. You grow up under tension, under silence, under rules no one says out loud.
It’s in the way people withdraw when things get hard. In the shame that hovers like a second skin. In the absence of softness, the presence of fear, the feeling that love has conditions.
You carry it even when you don’t want to. Even when you vow not to become like them. Even when you try to forgive.
And one day, you realize: This didn’t start with me. But somehow… it’s trying to finish with me.
- The Moment of Recognition
It was a conversation. A journal entry. A breaking point.
Suddenly, all the silence had shape. All the unspoken patterns had names. You saw the lineage—not just of dysfunction, but of wounds passed down like inheritance.
And you heard something in your spirit say: “It ends here.”
Not with rage. Not with shame. But with clarity.
You were not just a survivor of this pattern. You were being commissioned to break it.
- The Breaking
It was not poetic. It was prayer in the dark. Crying in your car. Saying hard things with a shaking voice. Writing truth that felt like disloyalty—but was actually deliverance.
You named what others buried. You forgave what never apologized. You laid hands on yourself when no one else would. You cut ties with lies that lived in your bloodline.
And heaven responded. Not always instantly. But unmistakably.
Because the moment you agreed with God instead of the curse—the fracture began to heal.
- The Shift
Then came moments.
A softened response from someone who used to lash out. A conversation that ended in tears instead of yelling. A quiet peace in your body that felt like it had been waiting your whole life.
The shift doesn’t always come with fireworks. Sometimes it comes with rest.
But that’s the fruit of obedience. The Spirit rippling backward through the roots. The curse doesn’t get the last word.
- The Call to Others
If you’re reading this and something in your bones says this is me— believe it.
You’re not imagining things. You’re not overly sensitive. You’re not betraying anyone by wanting better.
You might be the breaker. The first to cry out. The first to name the pattern. The first to choose healing over hiding.
And if so— that is holy.
Not easy. Not glamorous. But holy.
You were born to break what broke your bloodline. And heaven will back you.
A Blessing for the Breakers
To the one reading this with tears in your eyes, To the one who’s tired but still standing— I bless you.
May you feel heaven’s hand on your back. May you know you are not alone in this calling. May the Spirit remind you: You are not breaking your family apart. You are breaking it free.
Every curse you name loses its grip. Every prayer you whisper shifts the atmosphere. Every boundary you hold becomes a seed of healing.
You were born for this. And heaven will back you.
Go gently. Go boldly. Go knowing: You are the answer to someone’s silent prayer.
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“The watchman has spoken. Let the sleeper awaken.”
Clarity is the beginning of resistance.
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