I’ve learned, through some trials and circumstances that some things need to be destroyed and not just broken. See, we can cry and ask God to break some chains but sometimes, broken stuff can be repaired, mended or reattached. What I need God to do is destroy some stuff. I need Him to destroy the chains of curses, the lock of lust, the trap of debt, the snare of sickness, the torment of low self-esteem, the hand of abuse, the breath of racism and intolerance, the failing educational systems, the money hungry prison systems, the unleveled hands of justice, the weakened state of Congress and the many false doctrines being preached under the premise of Godly wisdom. I don’t need these types of things broken but they need to be destroyed as destroy is defined as putting an end to the existence of something. Toxic relationships, the abuse of our children and elderly, cancer, diseases, tearing down of folk just to build someone else up, senseless killing of our children, youth suicides, spousal abuse, homelessness, lack of education for all, unemployed yet can’t get unemployment, lack of government assistance for those who actually need it, generational curses and treating worship places like a worldly business … all these things have to be destroyed and not broken!
An addiction needs to be destroyed but a broken heart needs to be mended. An abusive relationship needs to be destroyed but a broken spirit needs to be restored. A demon needs to be destroyed but a broken relationship needs to be fixed. And today, I pray that whatever needs to be destroyed in your life will be because the enemy has held you captive long enough and it’s time you were set free. Stop allowing the demons of your past to hold you hostage and stop breaking the things you know need to be destroyed because if you don’t, you’ll leave the broken pieces on a shelf, only to go back later to try to repair. Don’t do it. What’s the sense of keeping the shattered pieces of a plate when you can buy five more just like it? What’s the sense of looking at pieces of yourself through a broken mirror when you can see the whole you in a new one? What’s the sense of patching up a car that keeps breaking down? Or what’s the use of picking from the barrel of broken dreams? It time you moved on, beloved. And it’s time you destroyed what needs to be destroyed and fix what needs to be repaired.
Lakisha, the Author 