Sensibility sparkles

It was not long ago when the mere mention or thought of the term ‘hereditary’ sparked flames in my brain and cells. I wanted nothing to do with anything that I felt was not worth logging along in addition to that which was also my own cross.

I made such fun of the term to avoid it clogging my heart

Anything to make inheritance go away so I began to grill the ancestors

How could I ever think I could grill them without scorching my spirit?

heir it the tree, here eat the tree, heriddatree, here rid of the tree

I felt like the guards who Nebechanezzar ordered to fire up the furnace so it would sizzle the three Hebrew brothers… the fire was so hot. When I read what happened to the guards, how the same fire they set, how it grilled them to a crisp.

That was enough to make me stop my smart aleck jokes and just see the glory to being alive

Denouncing, defending, degrading the genes is a chore, not to mention fodder for the mind

As for the inheritance

I still do not care for the disease and toxins the ancestors left trailing behind them. Nowadays when I hear the word inheritance I cringe with a purpose. I just take the DNA without the ancestral footprint, thank you very much; because since God created each creature with its own working mechanism then there is no duplication

the stories about our ancestors and their inheritance is not how I want to remember them or know them nor is that the way to keep their spirits alive the way God ordained and I certainly do not to be remembered as the one who ridiculed her ancestors- God's children

sensibility sparkled
and I knew that spirit called a truce and ended the mental war with my ancestors. the huge bonus that came with that is I do not have to hold on to the genetic inheritance and so that means that their disease was theirs all along.

I now use that energy to allow God to help me take care of the baby after taking it out of the bath water
I am even more gentle
wow
all the time I thought God was yanking away my life- was I wide of the mark.
Now I understand what God whispered to me when it said 'let death do what death gotta do'.
Phew!
Its pays to be quiet when God is in charge!