~ My Body ~
[row] [col span=”4″ span__sm=”12″] [ux_image id=”1681″ width=”89″] [/col] [col span=”7″ span__sm=”12″]I’m not ashamed anymore… of the body God chose to place me in for this lifetime here…
When I was young, I hated barbie dolls. Perhaps my soul was preparing me for the very trial I’d face as a teenager and young adult – the area in which I’d labeled, misinterpreted and bullied. Perhaps we all have this same dynamic in our journeys. People look us up and down and then slap a label on us, assuming to know who we are and what we’re about based on the outer shell their eyes can see.
As a teenager and young adult I was compared often to the looks of Pam Anderson. I thought she was absolutely breathtaking. But the truth in the matter of this “label” brought many challenges into my life with having relationships with other females, male friends and especially in my professional career.
Getting older helped for awhile. But when divorce hit me & a severe illness, I was miraculously lifted into a season of great healing. And in the healing came the return of those challenges I’d forgotten how to weather. Who am I to self sabotage God’s creation (me) in order to play it small in life and avoid judgement by others? Silly..
I want to be the best version and most beautiful version of this shell – to be “quickened” into perfect health and unapologetic in the process. I’m honored to have been compared physically to this beautiful woman, Pam. Thank you God for all of the unique beautiful shells you give to each of us humans.
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[row] [col span=”6″ span__sm=”12″] [ux_image id=”1682″] [/col] [col span=”6″ span__sm=”12″]I Love that I fight the good fight of Faith.. It’s all Good..
I believe everything happens for a reason – always leading to the best yet to come. Many have called me childish and naive for my childlike faith in goodness on the other side of every storm and my desire to keep searching for greater love in all things that come and go.
My wish is to live, laugh, enjoy every minute of this journey and report the good news as my author and finisher of my faith and my story holds the pen and keeps revealing this amazing book called my life here..
For my mind to become a processor of the good – seeing only the good in all things that unfold from here on after…
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[row] [col span=”7″ span__sm=”12″] [ux_image id=”1683″] [/col] [col span=”5″ span__sm=”12″]Walk by Faith and not by sight…
May everything that was broken, torn apart, burned down and destroyed…. be the ashes that God uses as the ink to his pen… to now write a new, beautiful story… with my life.. (and yours too)..
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[ux_image id=”374″] [/col] [col span=”6″ span__sm=”12″] [gap height=”21px”]As all things sad become untrue
There’s nothing left to say or do
The illusion of control made the movie a thriller
Fear played it’s role on the invisible pillar
Curtain’s closing as she boards her flight
All things hidden will be brought to light
What’s been lost will make a grand return
The author of her story says now it’s her turn…..
Heavenly Father.. I prayed for “real love”… Your Love…
[/col] [/row] [/section] [row style=”collapse” width=”full-width”] [col span=”6″] [ux_banner height=”361px” bg_color=”rgb(0, 0, 0)” bg_overlay=”rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.17)”] [text_box position_x=”50″ position_y=”50″] [ux_text font_size=”0.75″]I Will Put My Trust in Him…..
And again he says…
“Here I am, and the children God has given me”
“What God has joined together, let no man separate.”
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Your word says whatever I ask for in your name, it will be given to me.. I wish to live a beautiful life full of love, compassion, joy & miracles upon miracles. I wish to be princess in a story of redemption of the heart – the woman who fell to pieces & gave up on love, but you met me there, picked me up and put me back together more beautiful than ever before…I wish to be the receiver of all my dreams come true without fighting or begging.. I wish for you to dry my tears on this day & for the new chapter to begin now.. I wish to write about your goodness & the amazing new me as you left me into a fairytale come true..
[section bg=”532″ bg_overlay=”rgba(15, 15, 15, 0.855)” dark=”true”] [gap height=”57px”] [row] [col span=”3″ span__sm=”12″] [ux_image id=”1089″ image_size=”medium” width=”76″ image_overlay=”rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.965)”] [/col] [col span=”8″ span__sm=”12″]Remember Skyla: The Book Buried in the Sand…
In 2015, A novel that would never be read by a single human eye was buried in the sand. In 2022, the author realized her story is happening in real-time. The plot of the last chapter has been time-stamped: 9.22.22 – to be revealed at the completion of reunion if God ‘s “wheel” leads to this divine event.
The author & finisher of my faith & my story said…
IT IS FINISHED.
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