His Minister

To minister unto the Lord. Returning back to a place of intimacy with the Lord where everything is about You. A place where it is so about You and that You are exalted and there is no guilt. What? Right? Yes, the guilt trip and shame expo a bunch wicked trolls try to put on our lives for loving You Jesus in such a way. A way The Way it could never be missed. I could not blend into a room of a million people even if I wanted to.

There I am Your beloved the Apple of Your eye.

I was made to shine forth, because You shine so greater down on me. I am a reflection of Your love, in all its color.

I am not ashamed and never will be ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ and bearing the name of Christ. I wear it as I should, and I will not be moved into in anything that is less than my worth and identity in Christ Jesus.

I am not supposed to be ashamed I am to be so moved by His love. I am supposed to know that I am a beloved daughter of the Most High God, so loved by Christ it shifts everything around me. It literally moves the Mountains, it rebukes the winds, it heals the sick and raises the dead. This is normal and this is life for us.

I will never play small because I know You don't want me to. You want me to see myself the way You do through the lenses of Christ. Which is pretty awesome. Confident in my faith and the conviction I have now in Christ Jesus.

The world tries but I burnt every time it even tries to check my temperature in the reason why I have for such faith in Jesus Christ. It's only natural, naturally supernatural someone once said.

The dangers of the wicked people and quicksand. Quicksand is that kind of destruction that swallows us alive. And like most destruction it enjoys company, it is the nature of human beings when we are sinking, we want to be swallowed alive with us. Two is better than one I think not.

Look at me! This quicksand is so fun, says the fool. Don't you just love sinking sand! Come on in.

I don't love quicksand I love the Rock Jesus Christ. I love the light and I am attracted to Heaven upwards towards the call. I once was a child, but I am not anymore, I am not perfect, and Jesus never asked me to be. But He did ask me to be sincere, and He freely gave it all to me and I never had to ask.

He keeps coming and blessing me and doing it too! In ways that keep amazing me. I have walked in His signs, wonders, and miracles, I have received so many in my life already it is unspeakable. To even be in the presence of God.

I could probably spend a whole week in tears just reflecting about all this stuff. I have tasted and I have seen the goodness of God my whole life.

How I love You Jesus. Thank you for everything You have done in My life I am thankful for everything You did. You're so faithful to me.

My Teacher I am forever Your student.

I am never going to be the kind of woman that back burners you for some cheap junk or some hellbent loser. Your worth is so much more than that. I mean priceless I get why worship is our life or is to supposed to be. I get to spend an eternity with You doing this.

That I am here on this earth preparing to worship You forever in Heaven. Perfected that which I must continue to understand. To unravel, to understand what worship truly is. More than the surface of words out of a having a half grinning mouth. The raw deep power of knowing how worthy You are of worship all the time. Especially when it hurts, when it's painful to even sing one word of a song in our heart. How You are pleased when we do it. A sweet sound to Your ear. Give thanksgiving in pain, thanksgiving in the trial tribulations of our lives, feeling the stretch and Your glory.

Christ in me the Hope of Glory. I am Your worshipper.

I am Yours fully and You do not have to share me with anyone. I am forever in debated to You. Thank you for teaching me what a vow is when I broke one.

Thank You for showing me the strength of Your Word when You made one for me.

Thank you, Lord, not everyone will get it that is the word. I'm ok with that. I am not made for everybody, but I am made for somebody, not made for everything but made for something. First things first though praise where praise is due.

I was made for You.

Jesus Christ Forevermore

A woman of God.