Holy Genes

I’ve had holy genes my whole life—
fears, anxiety, and silence passed down through generations.

I’ve carried questions with no answers… wondering why people did what they did, or didn’t do what they should have. That silence left holes in my soul, shaping how I see people and even how I see God.

But in His presence, those “genes” become space for grace—opportunities for God to fill the very places where I’ve been hurt.

And here’s what I’ve learned: I can acknowledge my sadness without carrying it. I can see the weight, but I don’t have to wear it. The silence, the fear, the anxiety—those things may have touched me, but they don’t define me.

God told me not to be obsessed with my emotions, but to instead, learn about them. “Be angry, and do not sin” (Ephesians 4:26) reminds me that emotions aren’t wrong, but they need guidance.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it” (Proverbs 4:23) reminds me that my heart is precious and must be protected, not ruled by feelings.

Even Jesus said, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow” (Matthew 26:38), yet He still surrendered, “Not as I will, but as You will” (Matthew 26:39). He showed me that emotions can be acknowledged but never obsessed over.

My soul is holy. Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s filled with God’s presence.