I am Ana/Stasia

I battle demons that won’t let me rest, I shouted out into the airs, they hurled and turned away from me.

“Anita you are an orphan,” his words echoed into the deepest oceans of my hurting heart.

Yes, I always felt like an orphan walking naked through the darkest nights.

Although, I was breastfeed, never did she hold me tight.

I tried hugging her legs because I was terrified; she pushed me away and then placed me in a crib.

This is when the demon came.

He stood in front of me watching me breathe.

But now Christ has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who are asleep. For since by a man came death, by a man also came the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ all will be made alive. But each in his own order: Christ the first fruits, after that those who are Christ’s at His coming……..(1 Cor. 20-23)

She failed to protect my innocence.

O, how haunted I am by the distant memories.

I disassociated from the bruised little girl.

She cried afraid in her bed. I later discovered I am her.

As I matured I tried so hard to hide my wounds. But, they noticed them.

Now, I’m a tenacious woman.

Is this all you’ve got against me? O, my distant past?

I won’t let you keep me down; the King has crushed your head.

I’ll look into his eyes and the holiness of the King within me will consume him.

I will see it in his eyes.

I will stare evil to dust.


This isn’t permanent. I’ll rise up with the sun each time you push me into the grave.

Yes, I’m like the phoenix!

I am Anastasia, the resurrected one.

I am Grace, the favored one.

I’m no longer an orphan; I found my Way home into the everlasting arms of the King.

The meaning of my name Ana:

Of favored Grace in Hebrew.

A derivative from Anastasia/Anastasis in Greek: ανάσταση, which means Resurrection.

I have Christ’s grace and I have been resurrected with Him, Amen!

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