Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes You are beautiful because you were formed in the likeness of Beauty, for in every stroke and turn of your being the Weaver’s marks glow. You are beautiful because He has washed you with His blood and adorned you with His kisses, for there is no greater treasure than the Darling One of the Worlds, than I AM Himself. You are beautiful because the King has given you a new heart, for the heart that beats in your chest is the same heart that once died and came back to life that you may know the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes We were never meant to be suns and stars, dear one. Even now you are still a moon, for the light you shine with is not your own but merely that granted to you by the fallen suns who followed the prince of this world in rebelling against the Sovereign One and claimed the dominions I AM entrusted to them as their own. Your glory and your fame ultimately return to the lord you serve, and in The War there are only two sides. I find comfort as I hope in faith that just as I was taken captive by the King, He will surely come for you, too. With the eyes of faith, I see you for who you are meant to be, young queen.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes This I do know: I am the King’s and the King is mine, for He has willed it from before the ages. He has made His heart known to me—what portion this poor finite creature can withstand—and if Love chose to love me, how will I know that He has not chosen you, too? He has put in my heart to believe you are His and He shall be yours, so I will sing.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes Do not be afraid, dear one. The false loves are frightful banes, but they are forced to flee in the fearsome power of True Love. You are right to fear Love, for He is not only Love—He is Joy, Majesty, Beauty, Mercy, Justice, Compassion, Righteousness, Grace, Perfection, Holiness, Glory. He is I AM. He is not safe, but there is no safer place than in His arms.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes Listen, dear one. Listen to His whispers. He will not be a warm spring breeze to melt the winter; He will give you the Breath of Life Himself, and your heart will finally beat with His Life. He will not be the soft grass heralding the spring to comfort your worn and wounded feet; He will make your soul bloom and bear His fruit as He leads you by His nail-pierced hands to follow the road walked by His nail-pierced feet.
Estimated Reading Time: 5 minutes Although I grew up in peace, war was not far across our borders, hence why people believe the parched lands of my childhood are constantly overflowing with rivers of blood. In the distant lands of my forebears, the most recent scars of war are only two generations away for most and a fresh wound for many in the southern isles. But death now looms over the entire nation as blood washes the streets even without war’s aid.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes The prince of this world has long perverted the covenantal oath of I AM by removing His subsistence, presence, and eminence from the most scandalously, outrageously, unfathomably glorious declaration resounding throughout creation. Whenever those exceedingly precious words are uttered apart from Him, they become a curse—a chain of blades tightening upon the hearts of those who speak it and those who hear it.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes I pray for your wandering heart to find home soon. When your heart-eyes are opened and the spring rain washes the scales from your eyes, you shall see the wilderness come to life together with you, each step you’ve taken now a path filled with flowers in full bloom.
Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes Behind your smiles and your laughter, can they see your hidden tears? Beyond your past and your present, can you see that young girl’s true smiles? Beneath your many masks and faces, can you hear your secret heart’s sighs? Before your broken dreams and lying hopes, can you hear the promised laughter written in that young girl’s destiny?
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes You try to chase after those fleeting moments, but the message escapes you. All you’re left with is that same longing, gnawing at your soul, growing ever larger and ever deeper.