"My family's poverty and lack of education set a ceiling I could never break through."
How it sounds in your head: You came from nothing. Your parents had nothing. You worked your whole life and still ended up with so little. That generational curse of poverty followed you to the grave, despite your prayers.
"For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that you through His poverty might become rich."
-- 2 Corinthians 8:9Religion: Twisted 'generational curses' into something Jesus didn't already break at the cross.
You watched your mother scrub floors, your father work himself to death, and you did the same. The bank account at ninety doesn't look much different than it did at twenty. The evidence seems irrefutable.
She was down to her last meal—preparing to eat it with her son and then die of starvation during a famine. The instant she gave Elijah her last bread, her jar of flour and jug of oil never ran empty for three years.
I REFUSE the lie that my family's poverty set my destiny. IT IS WRITTEN that Christ became poor so I might become RICH—He already broke the curse. I am Abraham's seed by faith, heir to the BARAK blessing that made Abraham wealthy even when he LIED. My parents' bank account does not determine my covenant rights. IT IS WRITTEN in Deuteronomy 28:8 that the Lord commands the blessing on my storehouses—this is not about what I accumulated in this life but what HE declared over me. I declare: I am the head and not the tail, above only and not beneath, and I'm about to step into streets of GOLD.
The Father knows your earthly bank account means nothing in five minutes—He's been preparing MANSIONS and treasures that make your ninety years of struggle look like a single breath before eternal abundance. He never measured your worth by your wallet.