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Generational Curse.



Generational Curse. I rebuke you.
I’m so beyond frustrated with the hypocrisy and junk. It’s so funny how one portrays such a “godly” life to certain people, and can never take responsibility for their part in the hurt and pain, it lines up with narcissism. Funny thing is I seen the pattern of things and ignored them, but now I’ve suffered and my children have suffered and with the accident with my sons eyes, funny thing is I’m still to blame, 😑 whatever. I’ve been blamed for so much and I’ll take that my sons accident is my fault just like my dad and child’s death too. BUT one day.... ohhh one day..... all them lies will and so much more will be flashed..... there will not be fooling the one who gave us life.
Anyway. Generational curse.. I rebuke it! My grandchildren will NOT suffer like I have or like my children have... It is disgusting to me the more I listen to and the lies I hear yet hear how holy and how godly, yet the fruit is rotten. The lip service is on point.
Our families have the greatest influence on our development, including the development of our patterns of sin. Some people even assert that family or generational curses are passed down along generational lines. The belief comes from Old Testament passages which say that God “punishes the children and their children for the sins of the fathers to the third and fourth generation” (Exodus 34:7). 
A generational curse is passed down from one generation to another due to rebellion against God. Hummm all the lies and sin passed down but to hear it told.. it’s all my fault. It only started with me.. from the woe is me so godly one. 😑🙄 I put my dad and child in the ground and now I even caused my sons eye accident.. I deserve every bit of what I’m going through.. you want to hear the voice recording to them words?? 
 They make me want to puke! 🤮 but I’ll upload them. 
......lies straight from the snake pit to the pit of hell.....
As my husband said the other day, please don’t ever stand near when a lighting storm comes... ⚡️⛈🔥
- If your family line is marked by ungodly patterns,(lord have mercy!!!!!! Not even sure that word is strong enough!!) then you're under a generational curse. (That I caused myself 🤣) The Bible says that these curses are tied to choices.  Deuteronomy 30:19 says we can either choose life and blessing or death and cursing for us and our family.
Hummmm... but again remember, it’s all my fault.. I guess God only started the curse with me 🤔 ha! That denial. Y’all it’s a huge heavy mask but I know someone who sees behind it. 


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