Pure

After you’ve gone through the stages of grieving the loss of what you thought would be forever, what is left is caring. Caring for that person’s well-being, healing and knowledge that the One who is bigger and mightier than they are is the only one that will truly satisfy, bring peace, contentment and clarity. And you pray that for them, letting God do his work. Lord, I know that you will honor that because my desire for him is You; love in its purest form.

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A Matter of Perspective

Thank you for being the Living Word of God. You walked among us. Suffered, died and rose for us. You live in us, if we invite you and guide us, if we allow you. You turn setbacks into opportunities, showing your strength. Hard knocks are turned into wisdom. It’s all a matter of perspective.

Help me to respond to your steadfast goodness and mercy with faithfulness. It’s all a matter of perspective.

Time Traveler

Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time to change certain events. Make life simpler, less complicated, knowing what I know now.

Instead of ruminating over mistakes and missteps, accept that these things, through the lens of God, are shaping my understanding, realigning my vision and creating in me a heart of kindness, compassion and discernment. Lessons learned from the past are preparing me for my future.

Valleys and Mountain Tops

Wherever you are in your journey, be it basking in the sunshine on the mountain top or making your way through valleys of desert and rain, never forget the ones who encourage and hold you up along the way.

Though it may feel small, even intangible, you’re in the thoughts and prayers of people who recognize and identify with the potential inside of you. When you feel alone, encourage yourself with the knowledge that God knows, sees, cares and loves you. Look back at past victories with the expectation of victories to come; they’re inside you, waiting to burst forth.

Opportunity Knocks

From birth to death, God uses the ups and downs we face as a
means of building character, instilling integrity while
administering refining grace to shape us into the people He
created us to be, if we’re willing. No matter how old we are, it’s
exciting to know that He isn’t finished yet. If you’re still
breathing, there’s still opportunity.

A Warrior’s Strength

There’s strength in admitting where you’re weak and that you
need the Spirit of God to intervene. It’s where reality meets and is
overridden by God’s ability and willingness to do more than we
can ask or think. A warrior doesn’t fight and go forth in his or her
own strength; they go forth in the spirit of their King.

So he said to me,”This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by
might, nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. –
Zechariah 4:6 (NIV)

 

Free

Diamonds and pearls. Silver and gold. Veils and tiaras. A veil covers more than a bride’s face from her intended; it is the covering of deceit to two women. Just a smidgen of truth interwoven with a ton of lies, but I found and unraveled the thread. Empty promises carried in vessels of words flowed effortlessly from your lips.

When confronted with the truth, the mask became hot and you started to sweat. Realizing your ultimate goal wouldn’t be accomplished, defensiveness and angry insults spilled forth, though you tried to reel them back. It’s too late; peek-a-boo, I see you!

No longer blind, the warrior’s eyes are focused on what’s real and her legs are strong for the journey forward. She knows it’ll be a hard road, but it is better than being where God isn’t. With back straight and head held high, she embraces the Truth, for it has set her free.

The Beautiful Wild

She’s a whirlwind; untamed hair, heart and spirit. The warmth of her smile and compassion radiate all around you. Fluttering on butterfly wings, she’s the Beautiful Wild.

She saw you were different, so she alighted on your shoulder, and in time, in your hand. You admired her beauty, was mesmerized by her spirit, yet you held back. Was it fear that if you let her in completely and showed her everything that she wouldn’t stay? She already knew there was darkness in your soul, like every human has, but she also knew that it only took a crack to allow the light to pour in.

Instead of approaching your life with her anew, you painted her with the broad brush of your past. Her wings are strong, but delicate; they can’t fly under that weight.

The Beautiful Wild loves you with everything she has, so much so, that she won’t force a love, journey and adventure on you that you’re not ready for.

The Beautiful Wild will change you forever, but in a way where you’re better than you were before.