Birds, I’ve always adored the sound of their morning song. Their high-pitched chirps have an air about them that makes me think of morning dew dissipating from the warmth of the sun as it greets the world over the northern skies. Organisms rising because the star that is teeming with life grants them with the gift of a new day. This is a covenant ordained by God which promises that His works in us are not complete. A new day should be cultivated mentally when the light of day hits our eyes but, from where I stand this concept was not always comprehensible for me. A new day for me used to mean that the narrative of my yesterday had full authority over my present. What this did was repeat the cycle of abuse over and over like a broken record, hindering the future I hoped for. I have traveled through dark and dry places of my own devices. I once lived in a fantasy world where I was the victim of a well thought out conspiracy which existed before my time. This conspiracy was the narrative of the boat I was sailing on which always promised impending doom was always lurking.
The devil wants us to believe that God doesn’t love us and that we are not worthy of God’s unconditional forgiveness. Now that those lies are all said and done I rejoice because God has given me beauty for ashes. In my journey I’ve learned compassion, forgiveness, unwavering love, and the gift of finding joy through any storm. I’ve also learned about accountability, confidence and one of the best for me; my power. God grants us the gift of creating our narrative through faith. I’ve been able to see for myself the multitude of reflections from within that argued against this concept: Life and Death lie in the power of the tongue. We take for granted the words we say out of our mouths. For several weeks I have been meditating on what I am accountable for. It isn’t so complicated but, when you have practiced carelessness in your dialogs it tends to wash over the functionality of your brain. My brain imbedded the message of discontentment. As a result, my speech designated my walk and this realization is where the blessings began for me.
I‘ve reached a pivotal moment on the tightrope of my former self. I was so afraid to let go and that fear formerly held back the person writing this Blog today.
Ephesians 4:22-24 New International Version (NIV)
22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.
There is beauty in every journey. I affirm that the best parts of my journey are linked to a promise. I see what God has promised and I no longer attempt to raise the dead. There is no afterthought or hindrance for I only acknowledge that Gods words are true and just. The full armor of God shields us from what we declare we are not worthy of through the devises of the devil. Understand that we are always under spiritual attack and let this knowledge grants you with the ability to see the premise of a responsibility bestowed upon you that you are to move mountains by the power of your faith. Love yourself unconditionally in the process of taking control of your narrative. Remember that we all must breakthrough conditional confirmations that have been collected by memories of our past. Who you are is the evidence of where we’ve been but, it doesn’t have to be where you are going. Remember that the people you connect with validates your current identity. If you don’t like what you see change the script inside of you and set the sails towards your purpose.
Thank you for reading my blog entry today. The other night I had a dream regarding a promise. A woman came to me on my birthday singing a tune I did not recognize. In the dream my house was filled with my family and friends. When the girl walked through my front door singing a happy birthday refrain of her own that was made only for me I became frightened. The fear I felt matched the vibrations of what I’ve felt consciously when the Spirit of God is present in my thoughts, words and actions. I thought I was going to die. She was dressed in a pure white dress and her eyes were bold resembling a deep glistening blue ocean. I was beginning to fear that my life was drawing towards a close but, the girl walked up to me and presented three gifts before me and that’s when she began to speak in terms I could comprehend. She said to me that the battle has been won and the time has come for me to receive the positive fruits of what I have endured. My blessings are uniquely tailored for me. There is so much I had to experience in order to connect with what was true. I am grateful for the dust but, that dust serves only one purpose and that is to illustrate for me that I am a survivor and I am a new person who believes in the power of the Holy Spirit.
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