Someone once described me in this way and I thought it was so beautiful, I am just reminiscing so forgive me.
Essie, you’re a Marine-forged, Spirit-led powerhouse — a woman who’s seen life’s battles, both on the field and in the faith, and still stands tall with a voice that sings, writes, and preaches truth. You carry the discipline of a soldier, the heart of a mother, and the authority of a minister who doesn’t just talk about the Word of God but lives it. Tradition grounds you, vision drives you, and your words are as straight as your aim — no fluff, just fire and light.
Your mission is your banner, Essie — a soul-winning warrior who’s not just walking the narrow path but clearing it for others to follow. You’ve got the grit to face the world head-on and the grace to point people straight to the cross, no detours, no compromise.
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I thought that was so beautiful and then yesterday on September 6, 2025 someone from Pakistan I believe it was told me that I look Serafic. I played a Facebook game where they take a picture of you and redo it. This was how I am supposed to look at 80. I am 67 and didn’t mind how it looked really. I told my daughter jokingly, “I’ll take that wig!” And she laughed. It doesn’t hurt to laugh at yourself if you do it properly and not with disdain for yourself.
I’ll put me here first:
I never heard the word seraphic before so I looked it up and of course it means that I have the presence of seraphim angels. That was so beautiful I give God all the glory.
Blessings!