Letters of a Radiant Bride

       Being stuck is an undesirable position to be in. Every breath we take fills us with thoughts of our reality, dense like the earth's gravity and like the air that sifts gently through the powdered clouds of mountains high but lacking oxygen.      The journey is harsh. How did we get here? How did things get this bad? Were we not just kids yesterday? Where did this come up from? Looking up, our eyes hurt from pebbles of memories raining, so we bow our heads with tears laced in our eyes. Our minds intern in negativity without payment. The feathered bed we thought would be a solution was but roses filled with thorns. Each day accommodates a Goliath defiling our God that we shrink from facing. Eventually, we flee the bed for the floor of distractions but our brutal reality slaps our being back into depression.      Like light rays from the headlight of a car beam through a thick fog, visions of hope peep just behind the stormy cloud re...

     People saw me walking but my legs actually skipped like the mountain goat. The thoughts of how rosy the journey would be filled me like steam in a sauna. In my bid to preserve the joy of that moment, I became a gymnast practicing on the laser beam of perfection, but the more I strived for it, the farther it was. The pleasure of my heart migrated with the wind of time, the more I strode by might.      My 2nd year at University was a paradox of sadness. "Seek my face,"  Abba said at each encounter. Several times than I can remember, I stepped out of that rest. I wanted exciting experiences like hearing the angels merriments. I was picky of the faith diet. I checked into caves of distraction and snuggled in shadow of my old self through the nights.       I remember one particular memory where I was asking Jesus to beg God for me 😂. The parchedness I experienced  had to be God. Jesus is my friend, but God does not seem nice t...

       This is the story of my life and I believe it is of several brides. At this point, even I would know how to handle relating with me, as God has had to walk several brides through this very same path disguised in many shades. Sometimes over and over, but Jesus is not tired of washing and presenting us to Himself.      I remember my first encounter with the Lord. Not His first of me anyway. I had lived defenseless in the flow of tears for years questioning His involvement and looking for where He was so that I could be sure He catch a glimpse of the sorrow that dressed my heart.      This very day, I sat facing a young man that I had captured with my piercing gaze. "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" He asked."I don't have any issues....NO, I do! but right now, I just want to know Jesus loves me" I said.      He encouraged me in the Lord and off I went. A few steps away, I heard him dash out of his office. ...

 Taking physical rest looks like stopping work for the day, grabbing a nap or watching a movie, sending the kids off to their grandparents for some peace, reading, or playing by the crystal blue waves of the beach, etc. On the flip side, God's rest is an unforced rhythm of grace. It is receiving the salvation of the Lord in our endeavors. A diffusion of God to our circumstances. It is believing the report of the Lord. Rest is depending on God and not our salary. It is a focus on what truly matters. Rest is to be still and know that He is God. It is to lay off expectations of life for the wisdom of God. It is our state of obedience over the wading of our flesh. It is forgiving others, treating one another with the love of Christ, and obeying Christ with every fiber of our being. Rest is the believer's walk. “Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Come to me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis. Matthew 11:28 TPT

It's been a while since I wrote. The worth of what I would write was a concern. My major goal this year was to influence Christ. To gift His name like dynamites 😂. Every time I think about it, my heart leaps for joy. Just the other day, I was thinking about how life tends to be monotonous, but living for a cause greater than I am is beyond words my heart can express. Walking with Abba is a sweet adventure. One worth going on.  I have come a long way on my insecurity journey. I have learnt to trust Abba's work in me beyond my efforts. The days culture suggested surgery vanished, the cry from insensitive opinions floated, and the shaky legs at the dawn of living unashamed cruised by also.  As much as it is a journey, last week I needed help for a thought that glided by. Straight to the Bible. I started a Bible plan on beauty and here is what I learned so far. "I am beautiful because I have the fingerprints of God. Beauty resides in the places where I imitate Christ. The mos...

Dear diary,      It's been 5 years since Abba called me to step out of my shell. Initially, I opened the doors to fear. It was only supposed to be around for a few days but weeks passed and need I say months even my heart was still occupied. "When would it check out ?" I ruminated every breeding season.       I had to take a step into the light and see for myself that the ground wouldn't give way. Abba was extending His arms out to me.  Then the question in my heart was how shall these things be since I knew not a man (just kidding 😂). Over time, this desire was nurtured, loved, and birthed. I have come a long way since then. I have always known I would birth mighty things, however, I never could have worked out all that contributed to the woman I am evolving into.      I don't have all the answers but I would point others to Jesus who does. I would be a true reflection of Jesus. As my life conveys His goodness, may the faith of ot...