May You Heal
- Antara Rashida
- May 4
- 3 min read
How Are You?
No, really—how are you?
We often ask this question as a greeting, without much thought—no intention, just simple tradition.
But I want you to know that there is someone who genuinely cares about how you are doing—for real.
Jesus. He wants you to know that He is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. And there are people, made in His image, who will stand by you too.
Recently, I sat with my sister circle, and we had a wonderful time reflecting on the present. We laughed, prayed for one another, and embraced our individual and collective journeys. I shared that I admire the audacity of Paul—yes, audacity. The anointing on his life was beautifully painful, yet he remained clear about one thing (among many, but I’ll highlight just one):
“But God, in His grace, chose me even before I was born and called me to serve Him. And when He decided to reveal His Son to me so that I might preach the Good News about Him to the Gentiles, I did not go to anyone for advice, nor did I go to Jerusalem to see those who were apostles before me. Instead, I went at once to Arabia, and then I returned to Damascus.” Galatians 1:15-16
Where is your “Arabia”?
I remember graduating from Kingdom University and sitting with a few classmates. We heard God speak, and He told me to move to Atlanta. But I had no clue what to do, so instead of turning to the Lord, I turned to my grandmother. That decision led to one of the most horrific experiences of my life. Out of fear, she made calls and set things in motion that ultimately changed my life in deeply unfortunate ways.
I returned to my Damascus— broken, bruised, and in disbelief. Yet God, in His grace, gave me another chance.
You think I learned my lesson? I sure did.
When God spoke again, I became PAULETTE! I packed up, moved forward, left everything behind, and made sure HER (my) EYES WERE WATCHING GOD!!!
We carry seven generations of trauma in our bodies. It takes only one traumatic event to manifest mental illness. My first traumatic experience was in an addicted and afflicted womb. But before I was even in that womb—GOD KNEW ME.
He knew the plans He had for me. And guess what? He knows the plans He has for you.
May you heal from the wounds that may have begun in the womb, and may you never carry them to your tomb.
Jesus died, was buried, and resurrected.
When you accept Jesus into your life, you die to the things of old—you have the choice to bury them in the tomb and be resurrected in Him.
I hope you have confidence like Paul, who understood that his new life was in God’s hands—not man’s.
Beautiful, you don’t need anyone’s permission to be who you are—except God’s.
You must seek Him to learn who you are.
I am an essential element of God’s plan and purpose.
I am everything He says I am.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
I am the apple of His eye.
I am the righteousness of God.
I am called and chosen.
I am a crown of beauty in the hands of the Lord.
I am Antara Rashida—A Heroine of Righteousness.
The irony? Heroine was their drug of choice, and yet God chose to make me one.
I have felt the shame and guilt of generations simply for being born.
I have heard deplorable words that could have made suicide my first choice—but GOD reminded me that He already died for me.
I pray that you live—and learn that GOD is for you.
Turning to man— who ultimately needs the same God you do— can be counterproductive at times, but God is good all the time.
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