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Faces in the portrait. I want to go back to that little girl in the picture. The bouncing bundle of joy with the little red ball. The yellow back splash surrounding the caramel jaws on that blossoming queen. Funny how the frame can capture the moment. Faces that hold still the memories, feelings, smiles, laughs, joys, hurt hidden behind the laugh lines. I want to to stroke her face and tell her it will be alright. I want to sit next to her and assure her this too shall pass. She is still in the photo. She sees not that which will be unleashed. I want to go back to her because she is me. Who is she looking at? Who has her attention? The smiles that she gives so generously, she shares with all who would acknowledge its presence. I want to be that face in the portrait. I want to be that carefree, innocent, happy queen. She has not a care in the world but, to hold her little red ball. I have been told my slate has been wiped clean. It has been affirmed that I am rede

Shout out to my Sheroes. Those who tore through hell brick by brick for myself and so many other women. Those pillars who send shock waves through demons and minions. As I rest on my pillow of joy and peace I have to ask a question. Who prays for the prayer warriors? Who intercedes for those continually prostrate for others? Who knocks on heaven to push past the throne room and get the LORD'S attention on behalf of them? Fresh eyes allow me to witness a deeper vulnerability. Empathy reveals that she may be tired, she may be disappointed, she may be broken, she may be warring in the house and out. Could she talk to you about it? Could you provide the same type of encouragement and reminder of GOD's promises that she dispenses so selflessly? Who prays for the prayer warriors? Who is righteous enough, fervent enough, desperate enough to turn and face the wall with no intentions of taking "No" for an answer. I believe these women like Jacob grew tired of who they used

My Daddy walked me to work today! That was my response when they asked me the cause of my beaming as I grinned from ear to ear. He took my hand and walked with me reminding me that I was the most precious girl in the world. “You are forty-three,” they said with a touch too much dismay. “I really should introduce you to my Daddy because he can love you as well,” I said. Aren't you too old to be a Daddy's girl?”, they asked in mockery. “No, I say, because he was waiting on me.” My Daddy will restore the time but, I had to lay aside every wait. “Wait until I stop feeling this way, wait until I get older, wait until I am ready to settle down, wait until I get this out out my system.” All that waiting was me tied to the weight of sin. Sin separates and sin separated me from my Daddy. He was was patient and called me from afar. He called me and reminded me that I was His child. Like time stood still for Joshua, time has been restored for me. The weight of sin did no

How dare you measure my hunger? The beast within does not piddle and beg for scraps. No, my patience is not fear or hesitation. I've been through too much to allow any form of complacency. These steps executed are calculated and timed. I have been watching my prey for far too long to act prematurely. I have had this morsel in my sites for several hunting seasons. This elusive fawn has traipsed past me countless times, and I refuse to miss my mark by rushing. The depths of my hunger compel me to be wise and precise. I am the lioness on the bank of the river eying the delicacy. My hunger is so great, my teeth are dry. I can not and will not permit this nourishment to get away. Crouching down in position, senses heightened like never before, instincts work operably, I attack! I am holding on to this promise with a giant vice grip in my jaws. I feel the heart beat beneath my chest sync to the pounding of my own. Tenaciously I hold on because she who has the greate

I looked in the mirror today. The mirror of the eyes that were once and will be me. I was appaulled by what was seen. I saw myself retreat. I found myself in the midst of great opportunty. The right place at the right time and, my greatest opposition all this time has been me. I have taken a step back when I should have leapt forward. I need to dive in head first, resting on the promise. This is not a new expereince. Like commercials at Christmas; HE has been preparing me for years. Flashing before me the promises like neon signs as HE held my hand. Was it disbelief? Was it doubt? No, worse! It was fear. I have absolute belief in the Risen Savior. I unequivocally trust that GOD is able. The deafening questions have been, “Will I fail? Can I be used? Am I truly worth?” Glass shattering before me I turn away from the past. I am a new creature in CHRIST. I do not have the spirit of fear but, of peace, power, love, and a sound mind. I now speak to the various shards