Proverbs 4:23 TPT [23] So above all, guard the affections of your heart, for they affect all that you are. Pay attention to the welfare of your innermost being, for from there flows the wellspring of life. We are all wounded & have been called to journey together on this journey of life & healing. We are all wounded & have been called to journey together on this journey of life & healing. I'm amazed at how God is putting people in place to minister into the different areas of wounding so we can lay an axe to the root of our sinful responses. Elijah House has been a God sent for me, but I hadn't realised that all those bad job experiences are somehow connected to the areas of stuckness I'm still struggling with. Some more bitter judgements, expectations, inner vows, lies & dishonour to be discovered & dealt with, for starters, Prue... Dang, that email hit hard...🤦‍♀️ Then there's that business leaders meeting, autch😢 Trixi's Creations would benefit much from healing in that area. 🤔 I'm beginning to think this may be connected with "Daddy Issues"... lack of fathering & mothering is oftentimes at the root of many our struggles. The Healing Trauma series that I run weekly at MBCC teaches that knowledge can never overwrite experience. When there's a battle between the mind & the heart, the heart always wins. After all, it's what's in our hearts that defiles us. I still wonder sometimes, what was God thinking when He told me to start that🤔 but then again, it's as much a space of healing for me as it is for the attendees. As we are wounded & relationships, so are we healed in relationships. The heart of stone must be loved back to life by God & He does that through the body of Christ. My prayer is that God will bring experiences that will drop the head knowledge to the heart & write God's Truth on our hearts. In time, we'll learn how to represent Christ well & take His healing to the nations, that's why He came & what He commanded us to do. To heal the broken-hearted & bind up their wounds.🤗💕

I joined Clive at the Life business leader meeting yesterday for the first time since I got totally freaked out over Zoom during lockdown a couple of years ago. It took a long time to muster up the courage to return. All went well until we had to do a self-evaluation. How is possible it that I can share my testimony of what God has done so easily, but when it comes to who I am still I get very emotional & stuck? I was so close to tears & just wanted to run. Wait there's more, I hear God say... Apparently, He's not finished with me yet. Watch this space, I see a whole new dimension of healing in the works... Sometimes, when we forget who we are because something got stirred up, having a friend who can remind us of what they see in us goes such a long way... Thank you, Kanaway Yusingco, for the reminder of what you see... I don't know how 1 person can be a cheer team... must be me, myself & I. See less

I looked in our account, and there it was.   Recognition for all of his hard work. The long hours on the job. The price he is paid for getting it done.   He deserves it, and we need it. Boy, I’m thankful.   But I don’t get the same for my job as a stay at home mum.   I work so hard every day, and night. I literally have never worked harder. Yet mine is purely a labour of love. My money invisible, like so much of my work.   But that work - That all consuming, exhausting, relentless work that comes with being a full time mother - It comes with a wage. Just not the usual type.   Right now my wage is in the slower mornings I get to have with my kids.   It’s in the cuddles we have throughout the day.   It’s in the new firsts I get to see, and the lasts I may never see again.   I get paid through the quiet little moments we share when no one else is watching, and the chaotic days filled with so much joy.   And boy am I lucky.   No one hands me a check for being a stay at home mum, But my kids hand me the lottery. Because I may be broke financially, But I am rich in heart and soul.   Credits to the rightful owner.👇 Words: Words of Emma Heaphy Art: O Trocatintas This has been my reality & for most of my almost 20 years as a stay-at-home & homeschooling mom & even though Clive was the one who at the time, ordered me to resign due to the work stress affecting my health, I've felt guilty because I wasn't "earning my keep" due to a wounding as 16 year old when mom decided finishing school wasn't worth it for me. She took me to Holiday Inn in Vanderbijlpark to go to Hotel School but the manager said I had to complete school I got to go back home.   However, the judgement I had made on myself that I was worthless & LIE I had come to believe at young age that I was worthless if I didn't "earn my keep" caused me to be triggered every time someone mentioned opportunities for me to "earn money" because this experience solidified it in my spirit.   BUT God in His grace & mercy has brought the memory & my sinful responses to the surface 4 months ago to be put to death at the Cross  & now I no longer cringe at the mention of opportunities for earning money.

How timely this Google Photo reminder of my Seasons painting from 3 years ago & this word popped up in between pastor David's 2 sermons on seasons & at a time I'm experiencing a transition. God is saying to you today, "You are entering a new season, where My promises are being prepared AND delivered. You have overcome the storms. The storms did not overtake you! You have seen what faith & My hand can do, & you never gave up. You pushed through it all, & now it's your turn to receive the blessings that I have purposefully prepared for you & your home. Tonight my heart is bursting at its seams because I'm seeing God's promises being fulfilled. I just want to sing praises because my cup overflows. For the first time in decades I'm feeling a joy bubbling up in my spirit. Excitement is building up it almost feels like my chest wants to explode. I want to shout it from the rooftops. "God is so good! In March I attended the Catch the Fire Beyond 2024 conference. I wasn't going to attend it because of my exhibition being due on the Saturday morning & community paint party in the afternoon but then I saw post just days before & signed up not checking my diary. However I was able to set up my exhibition earlier. After a hectic week, I was exhausted & tempted not to go on Friday night but then I went not wanting my entrance fee go to waste. It was a powerful word by Isabelle Skúlason & I received this prophecy at the end of the teaching... The Lord is bringing joy for there have been a lot of tears in your heart. There has been a lot of unkindness that came your way. You've often lived in an atmosphere of unkindness. You've experienced a lot of unkindness but you're going to experience the goodness & kindness of the Lord. God is going to bring you into a place where the goodness of God comes upon you, dear. You have been hidden but not forgotten. The Lord wants you to know, dear that He's going to give you a cake & you will eat it too for many times opportunities have been taken from you & people have often pushed you to the back of the line & you have not complained or said anything, dear. I heard the Lord say He is bringing transformation & He will bring you from the back to the front of the line, dear. You are not alone, even though at times it feels like it. The Lord is also going to defend you for there's been some enemies in your life. In a way unrighteousness took place against you but the Lord is going to bring righteousness in those things & righteousness & justice will come into your life. He will set some records straight & make things quite easy for you for to go forward for you have pushed against the wind a lot, dear, but the Lord is bringing the wind from your behind. Lift up your countenance. You lower your countenance a lot, dear. Lift up your countenance for God is bringing you into a new freedom. Refreshment & freedom are being released in your life in this season & in these days. I've been pondering this prophecy & asking the Lord for experiences that would override my bad experiences because knowledge will never override experience & then suddenly I started to experience God's kindness & feeling the "wind" from behind. The boundary lines have indeed fallen for me in pleasant places. 😀 Thank You, Lord that You came to heal the broken-hearted & bind up their wounds. Thank You for restoring my soul, for putting up protective fences, for bringing comfort, for providing in miraculous ways & for fighting my battles. I love You, Lord. Freely I have received, so I can freely give. Help me, Lord to represent You well to those You've placed in my basket .🧺 Help me steward well that which You have given me, Lord. More of You, Lord. Pour your love & compassion that I may splash your love all over those around me. In every area of my heart where my heart is still stuck in fear, Lord will You pour Your perfect love that casts out all fear. Work in me to will and to act in order to fulfil Your good purpose. Encamp Your angels around me, Lord & increase my capacity to fulfil Your calling on my life.

I took the boys to Mooikrans for a week-long horse camp and chose to stay over instead of making the two-hour trip back home alone, only to return for them at the end of their camp.  As a little girl, we had a horse named Blacky who threw me off one morning because Dad dared wake him up early. That experience left me petrified of horses for many years.  However, one of the other homeschool moms during this time inspired me to conquer my fears and get back in the saddle.  This was my first time riding a horse in nearly 40 years, and it felt like a significant step towards embracing new possibilities.

I wasn’t planning to attend the Beyond conference. My exhibition was due Saturday morning, and the community paint party was booked for Saturday afternoon. But last week, I saw something that stirred me—and I signed up, not checking my diary. After a full, hectic week preparing for the exhibition setup, I was exhausted. I almost didn’t go. But last night... I went.

This painting depicts how God took the broken, shattered pieces of my life & turned them into something beautiful.

Little Harry & his mom, Rose (she's the beautiful lady worshipping on the stage) have such a special place in my heart. I first met him & Rose the 1st time I attended the Hanahlulu Dance practice almost 2 years ago. During our New Year's Eve Thanksgiving service, Rose shared their testimony about his birth & journey of hardship (from 1.07.20). I was in tears. In spite of all his physical challenges, Harry always smiles & is the most well-behaved little kid when he sits through mom's activities. His favourite colours are pink & yellow. I wanted to bless him for Christmas, so I poured this fiery pink sky specially for him to make him a flag. Mom's Scripture & the eagle were added digitally so he could have his own flag to dance with us in the foyer during worship. He originally wanted it half the size, but in a forgetful moment I ordered a big on which he decided he was happy to grow into. I encourage you to listen to their story & be encouraged at how God can & will carry us through the hard times.

In spite of 2 major triggers over the last 4 weeks, I can now officially exclaim the enemy has won no victories & I'm still standing... thank You Jesus that You came to set the captives free & that You will use all the things I've been through for good. I have good reason to celebrate: new LIFE in Christ. ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭145:1‭-‬3‬ ‭NIV‬‬ [1] I will exalt you, my God the King; I will praise your name for ever and ever. [2] Every day I will praise you and extol your name for ever and ever. [3] Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; his greatness no one can fathom.

For the past few months Clive's been pushing me to start a learning channel so I could earn money to fund the ministry I'm doing. For some reason it's made me feel like a bewildered deer being pushed into a corner. I've said it many times before, my focus isn't business & I have to learn to trust that God will provide whatever I need to do the ministry He's called me to. For some reason the mere thought of running a business totally overwhelms me. He wants the learning channel to launch in March, a decision he had made without my collaboration & the more he pushes to get things done, the more triggered I become. Finally he decided to pull out & just support me in whatever I wanted to do whenever I'm ready & withdrew to his study after which found myself overwhelmed & frustrated in the garden pulling out the overgrown grass edges he was going to do whilst on holiday. I spent the next hour or so crying & pulling out overgrowth until I finally had to stop just because my back was aching & couldn't handle any more. Then the Lord gave me a memory.... When I was about 16, mom decided I should go to hotel school because it would be a waste of time for me to complete high school. I would live in the hotel, she would "take care" of my salary & give me pocket money. I dared not disagree & felt I had no choice in the matter as she drove me to the Holiday Inn in VanderbijIpark to meet will the manager. However, he disagreed I insisted I come back after I finished high school. It was dark & raining by the time we drove back home. By the time we got to the N1 onramp mom had to pull off the road & wait for the storm to settle before continuing the journey home. The atmosphere in the car during the hour long drive was palpable, not a word uttered by either of us. I concluded & judged: Mom's love is conditional to how I can benefit her I'm not good enough to get job If I don't earn money, I'm worthless. Do as you're told irrespective of how it makes you feel. My opinions & feelings are not important. I came to expect: I won't be valued unless I contribute financially People will always use me for their benefit. My opinions don't matter I will be dismissed. I won't be heard. I protected my heart by Shutting up. Complying & following orders. Decided not to make waves. Decided to be useful. Became driven to earn my keep. Sacrificed my own needs & opinions to keep the peace. I came to believe that: I'm worthless if I can't contribute financially I have to earn my keep. My opinions don't matter. I'm not important I'm not worth being taken care of This resulted in various ungodly fruit: Anger Outbursts Fear of failure & success Procrastination Self Sabotage Drivenness to do & be a contributor. I was angry, but turned it inward. If that fear / anger could talk, what would it say? fear - I'll be rejected if I'm not contributing anger - mom never considered / respected ME. Having put to death all these lies, judgments, expectations & vows, I can now finally rest in the knowledge, that even if I don't do anything that brings in money, I'm still valuable & loved, not for what I can contribute, but for WHO I am.

Pastor David asked me to share a testimony during our  end of the year Thanksgiving Service... Psalms‬ ‭103:2‭-‬5‬ ‭NIV‬‬ [2] Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits— [3] who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, [4] who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, [5] who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. In January 2019, the Lord delivered me from a lifelong struggle with depression & suicidal thoughts after watching an online sermon. However, deliverance needs to go hand-in-hand with healing. We can't just clean the house by chasing the demons, but we also have to get rid of the reason why the strong man was there in the first place. Then we must dismantle the stronghold so God can become our refuge & stronghold, otherwise, when we experience a situation that triggers those old feelings, we'll reach for the familiar or we'll replace the false refuges with new ones. My strongholds remained & because my trauma hadn't been resolved, I merely replaced my false refuges with church, choir & serving. When lockdown came the mat was once again ripped out from under me but through God's divine intervention, I stumbled onto Sandra's online "Trauma Training" webinar during which I realised I was the one standing in the need of prayer. Last January during my B-School small group prayer ministry the Holy Spirit revealed that I had judged mom & dad as cold, distant, emotionally unavailable & unloving. Dishonouring mom & dad set me up for a lifetime of reaping. I had vowed never to become like mom & dad but that didn't go well for me. When we judge, we doom ourselves to do the same things & subsequently I became cold, distant & emotionally unavailable. When my boys became older, they too became cold & distant. After all, children learn what they LIVE, right? Scripture teaches us to honour Mom & Dad. Deuteronomy 5:16 (NASB1995) Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, that your days may be prolonged and that it may go well with you on the land which the Lord your God gives you. In every area where we dishonour mom & dad things won't go well with us & where my boys are concerned, things weren't going so well. As they got older, they too became cold, distant & withdrawn. After all, children learn what they LIVE, right? However, after repenting & apologising to my boys for my many mistakes as well as continuing to pursue my healing, our relationships have changed significantly in our family. My biggest transformation happened at C-School in July last year when my strongholds of denial & shame were dismantled. At D-School hidden rebellion & self-hatred was dealt with resulting in a massive improvement in my allergic reactions to food. I can now eat cheese without getting migraines afterwards. Running the Elijah House Encounter groups have been a massive learning experience for me. When the Lord prompted me to do it last year, my first response was a resounding "no ways, I'm ill-equipped & struggle with social anxiety. Surely, you can find someone better to do it!" but I have since learnt God can do more with my yes than I can do with all the education in the world. Courage & confidence follows OBEDIENCE! I've had to step way outside of my comfort zone & learn to trust that God would give me the ability to do what HE called me to do. I'm learning to lead, to trust, be authentic & also vulnerable enough to allow those around me to lift my arms when I feel weak. However I am now content with my weaknesses because God's grace is sufficient for me & His strength is revealed through my weakness.

During our Healing the Hearts of our Children series, this week we did pre-birth & toddler as well as a blessing. We learnt how science is catching up now to the Bible, that's always taught that humans can perceive & respond to things from conception. From the very beginning, an unborn child's spirit is fully operational & fully thinking. For many of us, trauma started before we were born when we perceived mom & dad's "oh no" to the discovery of pregnancy & in our brokenness, we can pass that on to our children. We also learnt how important it is to speak blessing over our children & how the blessing that is unspoken is actually a kind of curse that impacts us well into adulthood. Having grown up with much criticism & no blessings, I realised what hurt me most was the silence of the words I needed to hear but never did. The "I love you!"s, affirmations & encouragements I never heard & eventually vowed I won't need. Our parents can't give what they haven't received & in their lack, I, too, missed out & did exactly the same to my boys. When there are no parents speaking of blessing, God will often send someone else to do that. He has done that for me many times, but because of my bitter resolve that I won't be needy & will survive without it, I have never been able to receive it. Sandra & Peter prayed a mother's & father's blessing over us & when Sandra gave the word about resounding "Oh NO!" & breaking the power of that as well as the word about a lifelong contention of continuously starting over digging wells & that the contention is over, the tears just became uncontrollable & my group members ended up praying for me after we signed off from the life. As a group leader, I felt somewhat ashamed for unravelling, but then again, learning to allow others to love me back to life is all part of the journey. After all, I don't have to have it all together to help others on their journey of healing. I can lead by example whilst working through my own challenges. With that, we've wrapped up our lessons for this year. For the last few weeks of this year, we'll meet for worship, fellowship & if necessary, prayer ministry to anyone who needs it. We already have one lined up for next week. I'm praying the Lord will use us to do the very best thing for her...

Before a child talks, they sing. Before they write, they draw. As soon as they stand, they dance. Art is fundamental to human expression. It is the language of the soul that often speaks before words are even formed. Every time someone tells me, "I can't paint!", my heart cringes. The truth is, EVERYONE can paint. God Himself is the most amazing Artist, and according to Genesis 1:27, we were created in His image. That means creativity is already woven into the very fabric of who we are. So why do so many of us stop painting, drawing, or creating? As little children, it came so naturally, almost like breathing. Then somewhere along the way, words, wounds, and unspoken expectations whispered a lie: "You're not good enough." I know, because I carried that lie for years. Until only four years ago, I too used to say, "I can't paint!" It had been buried under the pain of my childhood, when my attempts at art were not acknowledged or appreciated. So I stopped. Yet God, in His kindness, began to restore this part of me. I picked up the brushes again, timidly at first, and discovered it was never about perfection. It was about expression. Healing. Joy. It was about giving myself permission to use what He had already placed within me. Since I began hosting community paint parties in August last year, I have seen the same transformation in others. People who walked in saying, "I can’t paint!" walked out carrying a canvas that took even their own breath away. Faces lit up with wonder, surprise, and a touch of holy delight. All but one child in those sessions had never painted before… yet each created something beautiful. The truth is, you too can paint. You only need to silence the voice of doubt and dare to try. Like any skill, it grows with practice — a few minutes every day, giving yourself permission to play. As one of my lecturers once said, it takes 10,000 hours to become a professional. Even I am not there yet! But the journey itself is part of the gift. 📖 "So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them." — Genesis 1:27 (NKJV) ✨ May you rediscover the joy of childlike creativity. Pick up the brush, let colours flow, and allow the Creator to meet you in the simple act of making beauty. Who knows — you may just surprise yourself with what has been hidden inside all along.

I received this word from Sandra during prayer ministry on 4/6/2020... Be still & know I am here. INVEST: The Lord wants you to invest in you personally. You're not a waste of time, money & effort. What would that look like? • Take time to discover what fills your creative well • new haircut? • new dress? • Take the time & money you need for qualifications? • How can l express the beauty of me? I think I'm slowly but surely getting to the point of knowing what it looks like🤔  Watch this space... I've rebelled for 2 years, but my friend, Dorina, will be especially delighted with my most recent acquisitions.🤦‍♀️

True worship is not about your skill or technique. It is about your heart being tuned in to the Holy Spirit, trusting Him to lead you. It is easy to be confident when you are talented with skill. Only the Holy Spirit can take you beyond your skill, or lack tTrue worship is not about your skill or technique; it is about having your heart attuned to the Holy Spirit and trusting Him to lead you. While it can be easy to feel confident when you possess talent, true worship goes beyond that. Only the Holy Spirit can elevate you beyond your skills—or lack thereof—into the very throne room of God when you surrender yourself to Him. Thank you, Juls, for the time you invested in teaching me back then. I never would have thought I would dance again after 30 years. Love and miss you, sis.hereof into the very throneroom of God as you surrender yourself to Him. Thanks, Juls, for all the time you invested way back then to teach the likes of me for such a time as this... who would have thought, I'd ever dance again after 30 years. Love & miss ya, sis.

For the past 2 years, the Lord has talked to me about returning to my first love. In the early 90s, I was on the church dance and drama team in Cape Town. I used to love it. We would do dances and prayer walks with flags through. I loved it, but when we moved to Johannesburg, there were no dance and drama teams in the churches we attended. Then life happened, and I stopped doing everything I used to love. During worship, I would see myself dancing, but my feet were heavy, and I couldn't get myself to do more than raise my hands. After much healing and breakthrough, I've finally managed to break free from the stuckness to dance before the Lord.

I did D-School in July last year thinking it would be a breeze because I'd dealt with all the issues on the index, until we got to the lesson on SPIRITUAL REBELLION. I learnt every person is deeply in spiritual rebellion & in need of being reconciled with Him. 3The foolishness of a person ruins his way, And his heart rages against the Lord. Proverbs 19:3 It's not sin to desire relief from painful or difficult circumstances, but this lesson speaks to the way we reject our lives & ourselves, thus rebelling against God who created us. As a little girl, I thought I should have been a boy so daddy would love me too. If our rebellion remains unhealed it will affect us spiritually, physically & emotionally. I also dishonoured & rebelled against God by turning from life in the womb      when I decided “I shouldn’t be here”, hating my names, rejecting myself & the      girl He created me to be, not believing His truths      about me & not being authentic to name      just a few aspects of dishonour & rebellion towards God. I also learnt that you can't bear fruit unless you abide in the Resurrection. The cross is just the starting point. We must not stay there. Only the Lord knows the hearts of all men. Judgement is wrong because there's bitterness towards the person & we identify them by their mistakes. Because of trauma caused by drunkards in my life, I used to hate anyone who was drunk & in our early years of marriage Clive wasn't even allowed to come near me if he'd consumed any alcohol but today, I can no longer look at a drunk person without asking what the trauma behind the addiction is because ALL addictions are rooted in trauma. Although some addictions are harmless, others are destructive to those around us whilst others are self-destructive. When we see more than our judgement in people it sets them free. A few more truths I received during D-School group ministry: You're a human BEING not a      human doing Come my child, my chosen one,      my daughter. Stop doing, rest in Him. Father of Peace - "My      peace I give to you, My Peace, I leave with you. There is nothing wrong      with me." Abide in Him, breathe in Him, His Peace. A GOD of LOVE. Allow yourself      to rest & just be. God called you by name. He      defined Patrizia (meaning: of noble birth). Learn to stay in that Peace.      He goes before you. He will show you the way. After my group ministry session, I heard the Lord say: "BUT wait, there's more..." apparently, He's not finished with me yet. The Holy Spirit is gentle & takes through the journey as He peels of the layers one at a time like the layers of an onion, but He will not do it unless we allow Him. These encouraging words received after completing D-School were so totally on the ball with what I've felt all my life & I know that many in the church have had similar struggles & would relate to these... I get Pinocchio. You know he      wanted to be a real boy & he did become a real boy. He had the      carpenter. There was love there. He wanted a boy. He wanted a son &      the Father wants His children. I see Him bringing you into your real      identity, that you'll be able to live life. End of the strings. Thank You      Lord, we bless the newness. We bless the realness. We bless Your love for      your daughter, hallelujah. Pinocchio's father's place was a toyshop,      right? Have FUN. Have fun with the Father. Bless you. Bless you beautiful. Lord we      just thank you for your amazing grace & amazing transformation that's      just reflecting the glory of the Lord. And we with unveiled faces      beholding as in a mirror are being transformed from glory to glory into      the likeness of the Son. 2 Corinthians 3:18 I was so blessed when I saw      you dancing there well before we started & I just declare fulness of      joy in His presence & dancing queen for the King. I just feel like      there's a coming home for you. It's like "now I fit. I have a home. I      have a country. I have identity. I have a culture. It's okay to be me. I'm      home in the Father's house & it's gorgeous. It's amazing. I just declare the boundary      lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. The boundary lines have      fallen for me in pleasant places; surely, I have a delightful inheritance.      I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs      me. I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand,      I will not be shaken. Psalm 16:6-8

Today my body feels like a battlefield. For the second time this year, my eyes are crying out against me — itching so fiercely that I almost want to scratch them from their sockets. The redness on my face tells the story of a fight I didn’t choose, and yet here I am, living through it again. Four days in… and I remember last time lasted a whole week. In my desperation, I turned to the simplest thing I could find — organic coconut oil. Twice I’ve rubbed it gently across my sore, burning skin, and though the redness lingers, the pain has softened. It reminds me that sometimes God doesn’t take away the storm right away, but He offers a little mercy in the middle of it. 📖 "He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength." — Isaiah 40:29 (NKJV) This itching feels relentless, yet I sense the Holy Spirit whispering that healing is not only about the absence of symptoms, but also about His presence that sustains me in the waiting. I can rest in knowing my body is not abandoned, even when it rebels. 🙌Prayer: Lord, You see me when I am weary of my own skin. You know how hard it is to wait for healing when each moment feels raw. I ask for Your soothing touch over my body, especially my eyes, and for patience in the process. Thank You for little mercies that remind me You are near — even in coconut oil on an inflamed face. Help me to remember that my worth and joy do not rest on how I feel, but on who You are. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. I will hold onto hope that this flare will not last forever. My body may ache, but my heart is held.

Among others, I received this word from Sandra during prayer ministry on 4/6/2020... "Be still & know I am here. INVEST: The Lord wants you to invest in you personally. You're not a waste of time, money & effort. What would that look like? • Take time to discover what fills your creative well • New haircut? • New dress? • Take the time & money you need for qualifications? • How can l express the beauty of me?" After all this time, I have finally checked off the fourth item on this list with a new "girly-girl" haircut this week. The next one to conquer is taking time to discover what fills my creativity well...

I found this little treasure in my old study Bible yesterday. I am not sure if this was Jesse's or Misha's handiwork & I don't know how long this has been in my Bible, but during prayer ministry on Saturday, I was told to read Songs of Solomon & here I had it bookmarked💕 That’s got to be significant...