Persuasive Letter Monologue
However, sometimes, you might slip up and let the enemy catch you without a pray in your mouth or a scripture on your heart. I’ve been there one time too many and when it happens, it not always easy to get back track.
This is my advice to you, or at least, it’s what I do when the enemy catches me off guard and sneak an attack. I watch a funny program on T.V., get out the house or go to the movie theater. I have a homegirl on standby. A phone call or text conversation helps to detour my mind. A good belly laughing, catching-up phone call can do the trick. But there are going to be times when the resolves are only temporary. When the movie goes off, the playlist has ended and the phone calls or texts have been terminated.
When my mind is alone …show more content…
There it is. My eyes locked on the five dollar bag with the dried dark grassy substance. I throw my purse, not carrying where it landed… I had gone days, weeks, months without it. I pulled the rolling paper from its container, lined it with marijuana, rolled it up, licked it and whoosh, the flame lit the end of the blunt. I was still very young in Christ and hadn’t mastered my quick draw scriptures and my fighting words of resistance as I stared at my captive, securing it between my thumb and finger. It seemed like minutes was passing by, but it was less than a second when I can succumb to that craving lust. Solidifying it between my drooling moist lips, I took a long inhaling drag. Saving the moment, the feel, the taste, before inhaling. I could feel my eyes batting while guiding the joint back between my lips. “Oooh, it tastes so…" Oh goodness, Keya. My mind has reverted. Wake up Keya and get back on the topic of being delivered from the temptation of marijuana. The devil doesn’t need but a thought to get you off your game and I just allowed my mind to …show more content…
The devil knows better. He knows that “I’m stronger, I’m wiser, I’m better, so much better.” He can go somewhere else with the temptation of marijuana, but I won’t be fooled. The devil doesn't care how long I’ve been strong, where I’m at, or who I’m with, he’s going to do his best to set me back, when I least expect it, so I always have to be on guard.
I’ll say it again…I’m stronger, I’m wiser, I’m better, so much better… That is until I have to deal with people. You could be minding your own business, your day on point, wearing the perfect outfit, your hairdo amazing, your makeup flawless, feeling naturally high and all it takes is a one person, one sentence to make you want the blunt. But as I said, I’m stronger. I no longer need that marijuana to calm me down. When they come at me wrong, I don’t worry about calming down. But the person, on the other hand, better watch what they say about me.
Forget being better, stronger, and wiser, when people come at me wrong, I get mad as hell.
Chapter 5, and here we I go…Quick to Angry and Fast to Speak
I was like a fuse, a firecracker waiting to go off. Ready for anyone who would try to attack me. “Did I ask for your opinion?” No, I didn’t for your unsolicited, no warranted remarks and don’t come at me with
This is my advice to you, or at least, it’s what I do when the enemy catches me off guard and sneak an attack. I watch a funny program on T.V., get out the house or go to the movie theater. I have a homegirl on standby. A phone call or text conversation helps to detour my mind. A good belly laughing, catching-up phone call can do the trick. But there are going to be times when the resolves are only temporary. When the movie goes off, the playlist has ended and the phone calls or texts have been terminated.
When my mind is alone …show more content…
There it is. My eyes locked on the five dollar bag with the dried dark grassy substance. I throw my purse, not carrying where it landed… I had gone days, weeks, months without it. I pulled the rolling paper from its container, lined it with marijuana, rolled it up, licked it and whoosh, the flame lit the end of the blunt. I was still very young in Christ and hadn’t mastered my quick draw scriptures and my fighting words of resistance as I stared at my captive, securing it between my thumb and finger. It seemed like minutes was passing by, but it was less than a second when I can succumb to that craving lust. Solidifying it between my drooling moist lips, I took a long inhaling drag. Saving the moment, the feel, the taste, before inhaling. I could feel my eyes batting while guiding the joint back between my lips. “Oooh, it tastes so…" Oh goodness, Keya. My mind has reverted. Wake up Keya and get back on the topic of being delivered from the temptation of marijuana. The devil doesn’t need but a thought to get you off your game and I just allowed my mind to …show more content…
The devil knows better. He knows that “I’m stronger, I’m wiser, I’m better, so much better.” He can go somewhere else with the temptation of marijuana, but I won’t be fooled. The devil doesn't care how long I’ve been strong, where I’m at, or who I’m with, he’s going to do his best to set me back, when I least expect it, so I always have to be on guard.
I’ll say it again…I’m stronger, I’m wiser, I’m better, so much better… That is until I have to deal with people. You could be minding your own business, your day on point, wearing the perfect outfit, your hairdo amazing, your makeup flawless, feeling naturally high and all it takes is a one person, one sentence to make you want the blunt. But as I said, I’m stronger. I no longer need that marijuana to calm me down. When they come at me wrong, I don’t worry about calming down. But the person, on the other hand, better watch what they say about me.
Forget being better, stronger, and wiser, when people come at me wrong, I get mad as hell.
Chapter 5, and here we I go…Quick to Angry and Fast to Speak
I was like a fuse, a firecracker waiting to go off. Ready for anyone who would try to attack me. “Did I ask for your opinion?” No, I didn’t for your unsolicited, no warranted remarks and don’t come at me with