05/06/2025
Do you not know who you are? Have they told you? Or have they tried to make you forget?
You walk this earth at twenty-one, caught between boyhood and manhood, your hands searching for purpose, your feet longing for direction. The world will try to tell you that you are lost, but I tell you, my son, you are called. You are chosen. You are set apart.
The blood of kings runs through you, the lineage of warriors, poets, and prophets beats within your chest. You are not just a man. You are a nation wrapped in flesh, a kingdom yet to be realized, a seed planted in sacred soil. Do not let them uproot you with their lies. Do not let them tell you that you are ordinary.
You are the missing generation, the sons of Zion scattered to the four corners of the earth but not forgotten. Heaven still knows your name. The Most High still calls you His own. The world may try to brand you with numbers, with labels, with falsehoods, but your true name is written in eternity.
I see the weight on your shoulders. The burden of proving yourself, of being more, of surviving when they’ve made the odds impossible. But, my king, you were never meant to beg for your worth. It was given to you at birth. You were born royal. You were born worthy. You were born divine.
They will fear your power. They will call your confidence arrogance, your intelligence a threat. They will mistake your kindness for weakness, your strength for danger. They will try to make you shrink, to lower your voice, to silence the fire that burns in your bones.
Do not let them. Stand tall, my beloved. Walk like you know the earth was made for your footsteps. Carry yourself like a man whose ancestors still fight for him, whose name is etched into the Book of Life. You are not lost. You are becoming. You are rising.
The world will tempt you with distractions, with quick paths to destruction wrapped in gold and false promises. Choose wisely, my son. Every choice you make is a brick in the house you are building for your future. Do not build yourself a prison, build yourself a throne.
Your body is sacred. Your mind is a temple. Your spirit is fire. Do not give yourself to those who do not honor you. Do not lower your crown for anyone who does not see the king in you. Love, but love wisely. Trust, but trust carefully. Guard your heart, for it is a treasure, and not everyone deserves to hold it.
And if ever you grow weary, if ever the world becomes too heavy, remember: You are not alone. You come from a people who have endured, who have conquered, who have been broken but never destroyed. The same spirit that parted the Red Sea, that toppled empires, that made kings out of exiles, that spirit lives in you.
Rise, my beloved son. Step into your destiny. The world will try to forget you, but I never will. The heavens will not. The Most High will not.
You are a king. Act like it. Live like it. Love like it.
Forever lifting you,
Empower yourself with truth.
