A love letter of Freedom

As I was finishing my prayers and my study, this love letter came to me. I pray that it blesses you as it has blessed me. God wants us to live in freedom. The key to freedom is what are we focused on? He wants to be our focus. Focus on anything other than him will create places of spiritual stronghold. Freedom is a choice, one we must choose everyday.

May your day be filled with the joy of God and the peace of God, that which surpasses all understanding.

Amen

Oh My Child,

Do you not see all the value and good that I have placed inside you? I have placed upon you a spirit of joy, of forgiveness, and of freedom and yet you allow yourself to remain captive.

Your yoke of slavery is already broken, yet in your day to day you let that collar remain, as if you derive comfort from the familiar. Are you afraid of what I have for you beyond this bondage? I have not given you a spirit of fear. You have been given a spirit of power and I have given you Freedom. I have given you the word of truth. You must actively seek my voice and my word.

Even Satan can quote scripture. He is the deceiver. You cannot trust yourself or your knowledge of how he operates to keep you safe. His goal is to keep you trapped in distractions. To live in victory over the devil, you must walk in righteousness with me. All the more reason for you to bury your heart in my word and feel your heart and mind with my praises. Seek me and my word alone for truth and understanding. Keep my holy word on your lips and be in constant prayer for my supernatural revelation through my word.

I will give you courage to leave this familiar land of bondage to a new land of freedom.

You know my freedom. You received it when you accepted me into your life. Stop living in the pain and loneliness of before. Your future does not start in the past, it starts now! You have new life!

You have a choice. Stand firm in my love, my forgiveness, and my grace. Or continue to live in a space that hinders you from living in the full purpose that I have claimed over your life.

I love you, and you have witnessed me set many captives free. You know that that anything asked for in my will is freely given to you. I have already paid for your freedom. On the cross. Freedom is yours for the taking! It is your time to be in true freedom and to stay in that freedom! It is time for you to truly know who you are in me.

Cared for

Loved

Worth it

Free

Empowered

Spirit filled

Joyful

You are bought and paid for by my blood and you are blessed to be the bearer of forgiveness! You are worth the life I gave for you!

How much more can I give you to show you that you have value to me?

By my stripes, by the nails in my hands, and by the piercing of my side and my death and resurrection you are free!

You are my treasure. You are my child.

Paid for with by the ultimate price and worth it! I have a calling on your life. Choose now to seek that calling and carry out my will and purpose instead of floundering with no direction. The road map of your life is already planned by me. You need only follow it to have your steps lit up along the way. And when it is time for you to come home, you will spend eternity in splendor. My word is your written guarantee.

“So is my word that goes out from my mouth it will not return to me empty but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. You will go out and joy and be led forth in peace. The mountains and hills will burst into song before you and all of the trees of the field will clap their hands.” Isaiah 55 11-12

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free stand firm and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.“ Galatians 5:1

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Infinitesimal

in·fin·i·tes·i·mal (/ˌinfinəˈtes(ə)m(ə)l/)

adjective

1.
extremely small.”an infinitesimal pause”

minute, tiny, minuscule, extremely small, very small

Our universe is so expansive. To consider how big we are in the grand scheme of things is to become overwhelmed by the magnitude of creation. We are in fact infinitesimal. So very small in the world, in the universe and in so many ways.

So why point out the obvious? We know we are small.

Because to think that God created each of us uniquely just the same way he created the stars, the planets and the expansive space that occupies millions of galaxies is incredible and amazing.

Most days, I feel infinitesimal. Small, hardly noticeable and surely not as special or as talented as so many others God has given gifts too.

But this is a lie, while yes, I am small, I have a big God who stands before and carved my path. No matter what happens, I need only call on him and I find my way back. “The light for your path is over here.” God says to me.

Sigh.

If only we always followed his slowly lit steps. At least grace tells me that I can always come back, lay my head on the lap of my savior, creator and Heavenly Father and find myself covered in peace and forgiveness that I can’t earn, that I don’t deserve, but that I will gladly accept every second, every moment of every day that I am gifted breath.

If you find yourself feeling small, and maybe even overlooked, remember your God is bigger than this world, and because you(we) are small, he can carry us in the palm of his hand.

Always Grateful,

Tiarra

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

While I was driving to My middle child’s allergy appointment I thought about the hundreds of cars on the road. Where is everyone going? I thought about dance recitals and plays, jobs and summer school. I thought about hospitals and funeral homes.

I thought about final goodbyes and burying loved ones. If anyone else is like me, I get frustrated with the aggressive drivers and the passive ones. Our culture is in such a big damn hurry all the time.

I thought about how if I slowed down and had more patience, that maybe even though I’ll never know, maybe that extended grace in the car might save someone’s life.

Be patient with this world. We all seem to be in a hurry. Slow down. Maybe God put you in that traffic jam for a reason. To think, to pray, to remember to slow down. For whatever reason, have grace.

This world still needs you.

Old post I never shared here.

Sigh

To describe how you bring light into my life when all seems bleak or bland is without words. I love you more than this faulty English language can say. Perhaps if I spoke another language I could actually put it into words. But for now, this will have to do.

Oh me, love.

It’s the hair that rises on my neck and the prickle of goosebumps across my skin and the feel of your breath knowing that in only moments I’ll feel that breath and those lips and even those teeth, as they lay claim to what is theirs.

It’s the laughter that erupts from an unexpected pick up and toss on the bed.

It’s the feeling of swollen lips after the most incredible kiss

It’s the smile knowing that across my hips are the fingerprints of where you couldn’t get me close enough.

It’s the safety, the peace, and the pure bliss of my face on your chest, the feeling of your heartbeat, whether racing or at rest and the rise and fall of breath.

It’s the title that I bear, wife, knowing that I belong to you and you to me.

Even more, it’s knowing that we are partners in this life. Navigating rushing waters, following dreams, losing it all and gaining it back. It’s knowing that we can captain this ship together.

My love, my husband, my sweet Joseph, May I always pour into you, the way you pour into me. May you always see and return the desire to be together and may we always be seeking as we do this day, to be the best to each other and our girls.

I love you.

Words are not enough

Words are a sad way to describe love. What could any human language manage to say that rings true?

Too small, too faded, to feeble even with the descriptive nature of words.

Love is too big, too bold, taking the word “too” and adding it in order to enhance a word so inadequate that we still feel under expressed in the meaning we want to convey of what it means to love.

To feel it, to know it, to observe it, is to understand how faulty, how insufficient the words we have been given are. How could they sketch the qualities that love, true love, adorns itself with?

Not decorated in jewels but instead by tears of joy, intrinsically designed by a master craftsman, labored over an entire lifetime to create something they felt spoke of the beauty and the love that was screaming to be shared from the depths of their soul

This, my love, is how I see our love. Too amazing for the words that I have. Too limitless for description. There is no picture I can paint for you that will show what loving you looks like.

No passionate story I could portray for you that would truly show what loving you means to me.

My love, you are made up from the dust of the stars. The remnants of creation of the universe. Taken by the hands of God and shaped into the love meant just for me. What a gift!

To have a work of art, created just for one person is to know the creator truly wants us to have who he shaped for us and who he artfully put together to be just what we need to experience a bountiful way of love that will never be able to be put into words.

I can only say this, and hope that the magnitude of my words are felt.

I love you.

And we danced

The perfect moment when the world slows and everything in my vicinity begins to hum. That moment is when you take my hand, you meet my waist with yours and we begin to dance.

It isn’t romantical in the sense of perfection. It isn’t as if in this moment our love is more or less perfect than it is at every other moment.

Not either of these things at all.

More it is a sense that at this moment as we move to unheard music, your vibrations and light match with mine and I can feel the notes, reverberating through my soul, creating a harmony unlike any other.

As you press your lips to my forehead, and as I inhale your scent the moment, the feelings, the music, it is all the exists.

It passes by almost as quickly as it comes, leaving upon me a perfect imprint of your music, the notes forever painted on my soul. And what is left as we part for the regular moments to come? And endless longing of that moment once more and the sweet anticipation of knowing that it will come.

***

7 years today, my love rescued me. This is for you husband.

 

 

Rain on my window.

It would seem as though the rain and clouds will never part. Instead of cursing this moment of rain, let the water stream down your face. Let the lightning bring moments of brightness to the clouds. Let the water drench your clothes and let the water pool at your feet. Let it wash you clean. Let it take away the moments of doubt. Doubt in yourself, in your purpose, in your calling. Let it all fall away. Why? Oh, dear one, you are on your own team, let yourself believe in you the way you believe in others.
 
You are mighty, a force to be reckoned with, and no one can take that from you, but you.
 
The person who can truly change your life is reading this right now.
 
I believe in you.