03 Mar Dear Lovely,
Man, I am so glad that I didn’t. These are real words, exactly as they are in the pages of my journal, just as the Lord gave them to me. For every lie that enemy has planted in my ear, Jesus countered. He will do the very same for you. I feel entirely exposed publishing this, because they are from the deepest, most intimate places in my heart, but I believe from those same places that He has a word for you this morning. I encourage you to sit down, get still and receive it in the name of Jesus. Stand up and walk in healing and in truth. Lovely are His thoughts about you! Let today be the day that the enemy has his final word. Let freedom wash over you. Let Jesus be louder.
Why are you working so hard for something that cannot happen until I say that it can? What if I never do? You know full well that the promise I have for you is greater. Is what I say that you are not enough? You are exhausting yourself when all I want for you is to rest in Me—a Holy energy and peace and joy beyond your comprehension. The mercies I have for you—these are not flecks of glitter falling from the sky, they are catalytic coveralls of a grace that you do not deserve, but that I want you to have and know deeply.
When you wake up in the morning—fix your eyes on me first. See the things that I have for you. You have already seen so many, but they are only the beginning. I am so proud of you, to be seen with You, to hold your hand and run with you. I am jealous for your affections. They will know you by My love. I have marked your countenance with My presence. You are beautiful. I love to see you get excited about the things that I am doing.
Your heart is a prize. It is one of My greatest works. I haven’t missed a moment of your life. Since you were a little girl I have been calling you—drawing you to Me. In your mama’s belly I whispered to you, I put eternity in your heart before she even noticed you. I set a vision in your eyes in the formlessness of your being. I made room for you in time because I want you here.
The things you are about to do in my name are nothing short of miracles—you are nothing short of a miracle. The woman that I am stretching and refining you to be is one like Sarah and Esther. I will heal your unbelief. I will set you before kings. As your heart continues to shift and change—so will your desires. You will see promise fulfilled. Purpose and vision realized.
I am not confusion. I will be your clarity. I will be your song and dance in the shadows of depression. I will give name to your dead places and I will breathe them back to life. What you have sown in tears you will reap in joy. You will see sheaves from your seed. You will be a strong wife and a gentle mother. You will minister to the nations.
I am your advocate. I live to intercede for you. Like Israel in your obedience, blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out. You are mine. I love you wildly, and I will never stop chasing you. I cannot wait for you to be home.
“Those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy. Though one goes along weeping,
carrying the bag of seed, he will surely come back with shouts of joy, carrying his sheaves.” Psalm 126:5-6