name, there You’d be in the midst. We are here asking for the clarity of Your presence and will regarding Trent’s next steps. We understand now that Your plan has been revealed in the atmosphere, even Satan is aware and now plotting to intercept and destroy the blessing en route to my brother. We come against any assignment sent to deter Your will. He will be delivered. Trent will prosper and thrive in this next chapter of his life. He will also take You, Your word, and precepts each step of the way. God, we believe. We agree. We’re exercising our weapon of faith for this miracle. In Jesus’ name we pray.” His eyes appeared on me as mine did him.
Together we sealed the request with, “Amen.”
I sat back trying to ride out the chills coursing my body. I needed to gain a hold of myself. I took another deep breath, slipping into my feelings. This was real. A change was about to come. Ezra was many things, but never about the bullshit. I believed a change was coming. It was what I needed and at the perfect time. I knew the signs of incoming depression. That was a land I wanted no tour of again.
“I have to go.” That brought my attention back to Ezra. I nodded. “Now, I’d be remiss if I didn’t inform you when a miracle of this magnitude comes your way, so do the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Bad always counters good. Stay vigilant, Trent.” His voice was stern, his message haunting with warning. “Protect your arsenal of weaponry.” His index finger met his head. “Guard your garden of peace.” He pointed to his heart. “You’re now in the red zone, bruh. And we know while it is a promising place on the field, it is also proven that any thing can happen while there. Don’t be dismayed by the promise. It isn’t assurance. Keep your mind and heart on the goal until you score.”
I nodded, unable to speak. I did stand to give him a bidden dap. Ezra pulled me in and put a pound on my back. He, too, was speechless. I sat back in my seat when he turned to walk off. My eyes glossed and nose expanded.
Shit, ma n …
As a kid, my mother tore into me about crying all the time. I cried a lot back then, hating that weakness in my personality. She would beat my ass or worse, taunt me about doing something I couldn’t help. It made me feel like a sissy—the frequent word I’d heard and grew to use about myself. She would say that I was a light and pretty sissy when she wanted to get underneath my skin when disciplining me. It didn’t help that her and my older brother were darker in complexion than me. My mother never made me feel a part of her fold, always pointing out contrasts to my being instead of commonalities to our family. I believed that was why I did so well in sports.
On the basketball court and football field I felt like an indestructible monster. Not only was I fast and strong, but I was a deliberator. I filled my time in silence plotting my victory. I’d grown to be a progressively internal man. Being the underdog was embedded into my psyche. It was something Ezra told me could be used as a tool or be a detriment to my life. Nowadays, not much brought me to tears. Instead of focusing on how adversity made me feel, I concentrated on how I could annihilate it. That’s what made me good on the field; I merged my heart and mind and focused intently on the goal. Ezra had it right.
Here in the small and mostly empty coffee shop, I let a few tears of fear, excitement, and confusion slip. But then I wiped those shits off my face and got my ass up to leave. I needed to prepare for the biggest play of my life.
“Girl, when he pulled up to a little-ass cottage, I wanted to cuss his ass the fuck out!” my cousin, Lashawn, gasped into the phone.
I rolled my eyes while using my tablet to check the grade on my last History quiz.
An eighty-two! Unacceptable!
That caused me to roll my eyes again. If I was going to stay on top of Kyree for excellent grades, I had to step my game up, too. I loathed
Together we sealed the request with, “Amen.”
I sat back trying to ride out the chills coursing my body. I needed to gain a hold of myself. I took another deep breath, slipping into my feelings. This was real. A change was about to come. Ezra was many things, but never about the bullshit. I believed a change was coming. It was what I needed and at the perfect time. I knew the signs of incoming depression. That was a land I wanted no tour of again.
“I have to go.” That brought my attention back to Ezra. I nodded. “Now, I’d be remiss if I didn’t inform you when a miracle of this magnitude comes your way, so do the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Bad always counters good. Stay vigilant, Trent.” His voice was stern, his message haunting with warning. “Protect your arsenal of weaponry.” His index finger met his head. “Guard your garden of peace.” He pointed to his heart. “You’re now in the red zone, bruh. And we know while it is a promising place on the field, it is also proven that any thing can happen while there. Don’t be dismayed by the promise. It isn’t assurance. Keep your mind and heart on the goal until you score.”
I nodded, unable to speak. I did stand to give him a bidden dap. Ezra pulled me in and put a pound on my back. He, too, was speechless. I sat back in my seat when he turned to walk off. My eyes glossed and nose expanded.
Shit, ma n …
As a kid, my mother tore into me about crying all the time. I cried a lot back then, hating that weakness in my personality. She would beat my ass or worse, taunt me about doing something I couldn’t help. It made me feel like a sissy—the frequent word I’d heard and grew to use about myself. She would say that I was a light and pretty sissy when she wanted to get underneath my skin when disciplining me. It didn’t help that her and my older brother were darker in complexion than me. My mother never made me feel a part of her fold, always pointing out contrasts to my being instead of commonalities to our family. I believed that was why I did so well in sports.
On the basketball court and football field I felt like an indestructible monster. Not only was I fast and strong, but I was a deliberator. I filled my time in silence plotting my victory. I’d grown to be a progressively internal man. Being the underdog was embedded into my psyche. It was something Ezra told me could be used as a tool or be a detriment to my life. Nowadays, not much brought me to tears. Instead of focusing on how adversity made me feel, I concentrated on how I could annihilate it. That’s what made me good on the field; I merged my heart and mind and focused intently on the goal. Ezra had it right.
Here in the small and mostly empty coffee shop, I let a few tears of fear, excitement, and confusion slip. But then I wiped those shits off my face and got my ass up to leave. I needed to prepare for the biggest play of my life.
“Girl, when he pulled up to a little-ass cottage, I wanted to cuss his ass the fuck out!” my cousin, Lashawn, gasped into the phone.
I rolled my eyes while using my tablet to check the grade on my last History quiz.
An eighty-two! Unacceptable!
That caused me to roll my eyes again. If I was going to stay on top of Kyree for excellent grades, I had to step my game up, too. I loathed
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