I'm not okay. But I don't plan to stay here.
It’s okay to not be okay. But I don’t plan to stay here.
I’m gonna start by saying no to a few things right now,
yes to the me-time I’ve neglected the past few weeks,
spend less time scrolling ‘cause it sure ain’t helping this comparison game,
and be okay not doing it all.
And then I’m gonna say, like the Overcomer I am:
get behind me, Satan.
Surround me thick, Spirit.
Break every chain of oppression, depression, condemnation.
I come empty handed, I need You to move.
I will not let the enemy steal my destiny, my impact, my joy.
The mourning endured for a night, but it’s a new day.
It’s a good day to be okay.
Which will morph into more-than-okay.
And then eventually into freedom.
Which is where I was meant to be all along.