And so, this little thought the Lord sent me to tell all of the struggles, and all of the strugglers, and all of the people who live with the shame of not quite being either one, but wrestle betwixt and between the highs and the lows of life. There are people in the balconies cheering you on. There are patriarchs and prophets cheering you on. The sages of the ages are cheering you on. There are praying grandmamas and mamas cheering you on. There are people who had less and did more who are cheering you on.
What God wants you to know is that you came from too good of stock, that you came from warriors, and fighters, and people who endured afflictions, and endured tough times, and agonies, and oppositions, who prayed in the rain and danced in the storm, for you to get here and die. Tell hell, "No, I will not die, I will not die". Having done all to stand, I will stand anyway. And even when I feel like I'm standing alone, I will always remember the balconies are filled.