Deceased Dreams...Tombstones!

Her dreams are deceased...She can see each one individually buried beneath a white tombstone...tombstones lined up in two endless rows that decorate the flawless grass surrounding...numerous deceased dreams...as far as the naked eye can glance! She floats on by...she hovers over each individual tombstone in all its purity. As she passes on by she catches a glimpse of a distant tombstone that appears to carry a hue of pink...a vibrant pink. Why is that one pink and why is that one there in the distance pink? He answers, "Because you have yet to let the buried dream be deceased. I want you to let it die. I want you to give it to me. Do not cheat on me by exhausting yourself with feeding life to that dream that I want to bury and resurrect in My timing!!! Let it die...give it to Me?" The precious is ripped from her...the dream is torn from her...the heart's desires are buried and deceased...she releases life giving and rests in the arms of the Life Giver! As she rests a perfect and faultless white dove descends and rests upon her heart...the white dove just sets upon her bleeding heart...sweetly perched and ready to heal...ready to whisper love as she peels from her dreams...she is gut wrenched as the tombstones with a pink hue begin to show a bright white! Her dreams are His dreams instilled before she was a thought to her mother and father...His dreams are her dreams yet she must permit burial by death so that divine timing in resurrection can bless the dreams with abundant life! She lay there...broken yet free! Weeping yet Loved...her dreams are deceased!

Droplet...Ripple...Splash!

Droplet of water with a ripple effect yet a splash that discombobulates as the different drops of water hit many places!....This droplet finds that its entrance to a collection of liquid disturbs the stagnant place of demonic gall...its presence and purpose yet unknown and uninvited. The pool is reluctant to be infiltrated by this droplet...the fluid seeks to seep into the droplet without reproach, but the fluid is reproach and the droplet refuses to become. The droplet coagulates itself to outside pressure...bits of this droplet left in the splash! The splash introduces abundant droplets just as the original...the stagnant place of demonic gall is being stirred by confusion and renewal....The droplet a bit overwhelmed as parts of it break off and become a fractal...the droplet almost appears to be losing part of itself in the chaos of calling and anointing...the droplet unsure of purpose as there is no mechanism of direction....every which way...every which way....every which way...the droplet weakened as it breaks off to many arenas of the fluid...what is and why is the droplet in this place of none...almost a jack of all trades but a master of none...the droplet expands its capacity to deliver His Kingdom come, but in it dilution it seems weaker in capacity to purify the pool of demonic gall...not on its own accord but on His accord and in His strength the droplet is increased supernaturally...He is here...He is coming...He is turning the tides and the stagnant place is unable to resist!!! The tides of Heaven will be an overwhelming squall to the tides of this earth and the agenda of its inhabitants!!! Get Ready....You should come be a droplet with me...its unstable from a horizontal objective, but from a vertical gaze its a life of abundance!

New is Old...Ancient Is, Was, Always Will Be!

New is now Old...a cyclical cycle of 'new is now old'. Does the ambiguity of new ever get old? New is now Old...a irrational way of performing life. Does the farce of new ever get old? New is now Old...a crazy making mindlessness. Does the evanescence of new ever get old?
My new always ends up old in a moments time...I stand in a mindset unable to put a finger on this concept...confused!!! My new is NOW old...My new car is now old....My new wardrobe is now old...My new cellular is now old...My new books are now old....My new pedicure is now old...My new adornments are now old...My new diet is now old...My new job is now old...My new makeup is now old...My new friend is now old...My new issues are now Old...My new religion is now old...My new church is now old...Wait! What? Relationships now Old? Issues now old? Church now old?
What has gripped this society has attempted to grip my spirit...No Way, not this favored one! Ancient far exceeds the 'old'! Ancient of Days Is, Was and Always Will Be...Ancient Is...Ancient Is...Ancient Is...No New and No Old...No new becoming Old....Merely Ancient! Void my new and Cancel my old....Establish me in Ancient of Days. Clothe me in Ancient....Church me in Ancient...Adorn me in Ancient...Study me in Ancient....Fill me with Ancient...Color me with Ancient....My Ancient Is! End of Discussion!!!

Failed vs. Failure

This young daughter tried and failed. This young wife tried and failed. This young bride tried and failed. This young sister tried and failed. This young friend tried and failed. This young believer tried and failed. This 'one' hears laughter followed with, " You are a failure...don't try again because YOU ARE A FAILURE!" She can do one of two options - gather herself, brush the muck from her hands, wipe the tears from her face, instill the lessons learned and try again or she can quit and be a failure for never trying.

This young daughter tried and failed. This young wife tried and failed. This young bride tried and failed. This young sister tried and failed. This young friend tried and failed. This young believer tried and failed. This 'one' hears, "I am proud of you for trying again...let Me build your character in strength under the shadow of my stance." This little one is bruised and bloodied by wounds self inflicted and flesh inflicted. This little one resisted the mocking voice and surrendered to the loving voice of her Healer. Her pain is ravishing her ability to try again knowing that she will fail. That is just it...she will fail rather than she is a failure. Description for the moment vs. Definition of identity. Truth vs. Lie.

This young daughter tried and failed. This young wife tried and failed. This young bride tried and failed. This young sister tried and failed. This young friend tried and failed. This young believer tried and succeeded. This one found success in her failures. This one found failing to be a tool to increase from a walk to a trot to a sprint for her King.

LOVED - INNATELY JOYFUL!

She stood before her Almighty in a golden field of sweeping confusion....she could not see past heights of the golden blur. She had painted herself with shame, guilt, academic information, intelligence, fleshly beauty, fleeting memorabilia, relentless doing, roaring rage and witchcraft wrapping her up so as to strangle her! She stood before her King....she begged, "Blow Your breath upon me, Blow Your breath upon me, Blow Your breath upon me, Blow on me Daddy!...Tell me that You love me!" His breath whipped over her....the golden field bowed to Him. The painting of farce began to peel back in the mighty wind....His breath powerful! Powerful enough to push and pull at whatsoever it desires. His rushing wind, as if her painting of self was feathers upon the little girl yelling to be heard and loved. She stood still before Him. As her painting blew away like chaff in the wind...like dust under the tire of an automobile....like punching a down pillow with a tear! From the side view she appeared to have a vacuum sucking away the painting from behind. All of its manipulative colors being melting into one substance to be disposed of....there she stood. That little girl underneath the death of the world that had devastated her heart's desire. She stood, not screaming, but gazing into His eyes delivering love! She wore a white, sleeveless dress, barefoot and her muddy brown hair was pulled back in a white ribbon low on her neck....her hair long and decorating her unblemished back. She sees scars....He sees perfection....She sees scars....He sees beauty....She sees scars....He sees his lovely bride!

One who begets me....loves His baby girl!

The one who begets her....she screams for on the green table! she scream as a child, maybe 3, possibly 4 - still screaming! Veins bulging, blood pumping, sweat dripping, and emotions raging....SCREAMING STILL! Where are you? Why is she here? Why is she convulsing with excruciating degrees of assault? Why is she being kicked? What is her purpose? She was hasty to walk in what she believed to be Your will...was it not? She has yet to quit that screaming? Tell her to stop! She won't...she wants more! She wants the deepest parts of her Papa! She desires His secrets! Her secrets block her....the unknown pain stops her...the deafening voices within drown her....STOP SCREAMING! She refuses again. WHO IS SHE? WHO IS SHE SUPPOSED TO BE? WHO ARE YOU IN HER? Please tell her...please woo her so closely to You that she never diverts again....call Her into your arms, hold her there and never let her go...not ever again. She needs to know that You call her Beloved and Beautiful...tell Your darling daughter how beautiful she is....tell her how much You love her. Please Please Please....woo her - she feels so alone....she feels left behind....trampled on and taken advantage of. Woo her to your embrace....woo her to the mountain tops with You. Touch her gently in the valleys.....carry her now! Please bottle her tears as she will one day dance with you and rejoice in the morning! She will soon stop weeping and weeping and weeping! What did she miss? What did....what did....what did...?????????? Give her clarity as a child....grant her strength and wisdom with a childlike spirit again! She screams to be heard...she screams to be loved....she wants more of You - Her Daddy, Friend, and Lover. Counsel her as she unwinds this messy ball of yarn! Give her a vision of the amazing plans You have for her! Hold her every moment....Ameliorate her every anguish! Love her!

Reforming Vestments...BACKWARDS!

His Word says that joy comes in the morning....for her it comes in the evening...oppression comes in the morning. She is flabbergasted by this present stance. She requests clarity...clarity is absent. "Why is that backwards in her life?" He says, "I am doing some things backwards in her life and she needs to get over it!" Whoa....She puts a slight bend in her neck, scratches her head, looks up at Him and gazes in befuddlement. "What did you just say to me?" yet again, He says, "You heard me!"

Still Screaming...

Screaming Continued..........Why do you have her here? Why have her dreams, planted by you, been unfulfilled? Do her dreams need to die? Why is she so verbally abused by those closest to her ear, heart, and mind? Why is she all alone in this foreign location of no familiarity except that which You have surrounded her? Why is she in so much pain? Why is she so broken? Why is she treated as a scrub? Why is she taken advantage of? Why is she manipulated? She does not live as a victim or an orphan so Why does she continue to be treated as if she is? WHAT DO YOU HAVE ME HERE FOR? PAIN? PAIN? PAIN? DO I NEED TO BE MORE BROKEN? WHAT MORE DO I NEED TO HAND YOU? WHAT IS THIS BLOCK FROM FREEDOM IN YOU? WHY DID YOU BRING ME TO THIS FOREIGN LOCATION?

Baby Girl Stands on a Green Table and SCREAMS!

She stands there, upon that green table, and screams! That was the vision...the vision given to the female behind me. She whispers to her friend, "I saw her, as a young girl, standing on a green table screaming. I do not know what it means, but I saw it for her." She is baffled yet blessed. So, she still stands on the green table and screams, and screams, and screams. She is way too keenly aware of her screaming, but why standing on a green table. What is this word, what is this vision, how does it all translate? Not her vision but hers...that one there behind her. What does the Lord reveal? What is is telling her? She is waiting in confusion and conflict. She screams still....she screams, and screams, and screams!

Guffaw......or NOT!

To Guffaw or to Not Guffaw. Great joy abounds....rejections resounds. She is certainly befuddled at the offense that surrounds. Her holy spirit laughter is lidded, boxed and fixed just to the crowds taste. REJECTION STARES HER IN THE FACE! Now embarassed and labeled 'distracting', she sinks into her pew completely horrified. She truckles to the voice screaming in her head..."you are so stupid and absolutely annoying, why are your hysterics so horrible?!" "Nobody likes it when you giggle and you are only manageable in small doses...so, shutup girl." (not even called by her name) However, He lifts her chin and smiles at her giggling, her abundant guffaw....so full of joy and delight as He overflows from her carnality. He demands that she laugh...He delights in her joy! He throws His head back and laughs with her as there is healing....

break me,

remake me,

love me,

take me......

Divine Dreams...Humbled Heart!

Something Broke in Heaven...A New Release Flows through her dry place! He speaks...she weeps. He whispers...she beams with joy. He reveals...she is in awe. He crys...she heals. He hugs...she giggles. He puts His hand out...she grasps. He skips...she skips just beside Him. He invites her to dance...she twirls without hindrance as she is sure He is absolutely delighted with her. Ideation vs. Revelation....things yet to be revealed. Analysis so paralyzing that she struggles in her waking hours...she struggles to communicate with society - with those she meets paths. Her front is warped by the ideology of her earthly mindsets...mindsets that is...there is such a tumult! She truckles to these revealing dreams yet navigates the muddiness of where to take them and to whom she can speak them. Empowering He is....Preparing He is....Guiding He is....Warning He is....Why is she made prive? What does she spill? She beats herself mentally as to disclosing pride or not? Is she doomed to the pit? Is she deceiving herself? Is she a fake...a fraud? How does she know? She moves to simplicity....He speaks...she weeps....Again and Again and Again! Humility Delivered. Ding Dong!!! She opens the door...oh, humility has arrived, but it is never completely delivered. It is a process....she comes back to simplicity! He whispers...she beams with joy!....and so forth.

AM I A FRAUD?

AM I LEAKING PRIDE?

AM I A FAKE?

this is Your broken child

Walking by Faith as an Overcomer....He gazes in Delight upon her!

I have yet to come to terms with the overcomer that lies within...she is undeniable yet unfathomable...she comes face to face with an inner controversy due to her selfish altercation with 'me'...objectively, she watches 'me' in rage and screams 'STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, YOU ARE HURTING HIM, BUT MOST OF ALL YOURSELF!!!!'....she keeps battling 'me', but 'me' just ignores the pain and defaults to the satisfactory adrenaline rush of the flesh...debilitated by her emotions founded in carnality she ceases to wrestle 'me'...saturated in sweat and asphyxiated by tears she finds 'me' flacid. She has become cognizant of His present risenness...in other words His presence in the NOW moments of contention and strife...His presence as a Warrior - The Warrior! She is an overcomer through her King and Warrior! She exonerates herself of 'me'....'me' passes away and she races into the arms of her King...here she finds belief in His promise full of righteousness and joy...she rests in the pain bestowed as now she comprehends the necessity of pain! She listens for His heart beat...she permits the pain to cut deep and the hurt to become a reality in exchange for the fleeting satisfaction granted by deadly anger. She is ravenous for a flood of pain as that is the venue to strength in the Everlasting Strong Tower...Strength that comes to fruition in her tumult of pain. She battles moments of fear thousands of times within a 24 hour time period, but only then is she free to reset her gaze on the eyes of her Father and King! If she tries not to flinch from that gaze, she will, but if she trusts faithfully in His gaze upon her she will not!

Ashleigh (Princess of the King)

One More (Superchick)It feels like I have lost this fight / They think that I am staying down / But I’m not giving up tonight / Tonight the wall is coming down / I am stronger than my fears / This is the mountain that I climb / Got 100 steps to go / Tonight I’ll make it 99One more / Go one more / Yeah, yeah / Don’t stop now / Go one more / Yeah, yeah / One more / Go one more / Go one more / Yeah, yeahI have everything to lose / By not getting up to fight / I might get used to giving up / So I am showing up tonight / I am my own enemy / The battle fought within my mind / If I can overcome step one / I can face the 99

3 Kindred Hearts...A 3 Strand Cord

Consanguinity...Three unique hearts beating, dancing, battling, and singing similar yet such distinguished songs. Mckenna - Haleigh - Ashleigh! One heart...three organs. Just years between maturity and childhood...love and hate...peace and chaos...joy and rage...all leaders in a process. The process is what delivers scars of scrutiny and tools of talent...each one stayed in her unique stance yet innately dependent upon her kin. A three strand cord is not easily broken...the Lord breathed life into these triplets of His Kingdom...life abundant with pain and colorful with blessing. Each her own entity to her King. How does each one walk her way and lock arms with the one beside her? They trip constantly...they skip wildly...they cry wrecklessly...they smile sweetly...they fight furociously...they hold honorably....they dance dantily....they laugh lawlessly...they love loyally...they desire desperately!!! Desperately to be safe...to be loved unconditionally and to be purposed intentionally! She, one kin, found what she scrambled for....another, one kin, discovered the root of her desolate devastation...the other, one kin, still fumbles in her fight! She stands in the gap for her while another points the other to purpose. The cord is never broken...it may be limp with lies or taut with torment, but never frayed...never ripped. Their King is kind....their Lord is Loving....their Savior is Safe...their Christ is curiously bestowing courage to cleave the cord for its calling! Thank you Father for your faithfulness...I stand in the gap for the 'other'! I hand the 'other' over!!!

I love you

Journey on Horseback...

Come ride with me for you are my bride...He rode up next to me on a white horse...mine was a black stallion. A stride so graceful it emanated the heavens. His voice so full of peace yet overwhelmed with electricity so powerful its only option is to roar. She could only concur with such astounding opportunity....No, it was an invitation to freedom...an invitation to the serenity of His Kingdom...an invitation to be...be in the presence of my Healer. Valleys so vast, Hills so Honorable, a voyage so victorious...I could not refuse. Then why do we stand still at the mountains top? Lets run to freedom...Lets go! He just gazed at me...He is yet to move from this high place...Why don't we begin the Journey? "The journey has already begun my precious princess! Be still and know that I am! Let's just be here in this place...in this moment...in this stillness! Can you hear my heart beat? It beats vivaciously for you! Can you hear it? Be still and be with me now! Can you hear it beat for you?" No..."Well, daughter you are not close enough! Come closer...Come closer...Come closer...Come closer...I love you...Come hear...listen to what it beats for you...come closer...let me hold you...come, come, come...come be held. You are mine so please let me be yours, beautiful bride! Come Journey with Me!"

Your will be done

Your Kingdom come

You are my King

You are my Healer

You are my Provider

You are my Lover

You are mine and I am yours!

I played tag with my King today...."RECLAIM ME!"

Her voice full of endless smiles...her face full of joyful delight as she chases after her King in fields of grace, heavenly beauty, and streams of glory! Her majesty pursues as she whips through the forest of glorious greenergy touched by pale pinks, whitest whites, miraculous melons, vivid violets, lustrous lemons, beaming blues and glistening sparkles. Divine Diamonds that blind as the light of His face bounces from their exterior. She prances onward as He tags her shoulder followed by a gentle remark, "You are it!" Titillated...she spins to chase after her King...she giggles in sheer delight at her Savior. As His favored princess....she gracefully takes out after Him through glistening streams of purity...she is running freely after Him. He is elated to be persevered upon by His daughter. He turns His face to gaze back at her beauty...then He slows as a means to quicken her ability to touch His cloak...she reaches Him and to her surprise she is not allowed to tag Him...instead He embraces her in loving arms! He holds her head in healing...He grasps her with a gaze of GLORY...He arrests her in Almighty arms...He cherishes her in that place of changing her world....He places her in passionate love....He maintains her in Mercy! She is home in His Hold! she is in complete in that place...that place amidst Kingdom Kraziness!

She realizes that she never 'tags' Him...she yanks away in fear in the times that He has to pursue her in tag....when He touches her she is reminded to reset her heart on Him. His grace and tender touch quicken her to pursue Him once again....she has REFUSED to stay in His arms over and over....He is overwhelmed at the honor in playing tag with His amazing daughter...He utilizes her mistakes as a means to reclaim her. Resorted to screaming, "RECLAIM ME!"

Nuzzling the Savior...

A double portion of love standing before her....one with arms wide open and another with arms locked tightly across his chest. She strains herself to open the crossed arms, but quickly renders herself incapable. An immense whisper follows, "I'm in love with you, my arms are wide open and ready to receive your loving embrace. Why don't you jump into my willing grasp and stay for a moment?" Weary, she takes two steps to her left and plummets into the set of open arms...she is held at last! To be held is her heart's desire...she is being held, just as another interrupts the solitude of the, now, tightly locked arms around her being. No, do not dare! Don't you even contemplate shattering this safe space. She told him not to be there...she asked him not to come...she requested that his presence be unknown as she rests in her Father's arms. he shows up anyway....why is he always there? why is she sharing this time when she purposes her gaze and time solely between Him and her? the one with locked arms begins to nuzzle the Savior's left arm...now he is nudging Him so as to loosen His hold on me...he wants in...he wants to know...he wants to be a part...he wants to be there or does he? She does not want the one with the restricted arms to be held with her. she wants the 'poised' individual to disappear....she even screams, 'ur not welcome here anymore!' ....he stays and maneuvers his way into the Saviors arms - RIGHT NEXT TO HER! his arms are still shut off to returning the embrace of the one with arms wide open! What is he doing...is he trying to warm up to His Abba? Why is here Father? Who is this male? What does he desire? Lord, why are you letting him infiltrate and color her place with You? Again, she yells in request that he disappear? This is her time to be held! Well, if you must!

Imperfection...The Essence to LIFE! (mirror - mirror?)

imperfection is undoubtedly the essence to life...she is fatal to herself within a warped perfection....perfectionism...she has assured her being beneath the structure of vital perfection...now internally fragmented and confounded by her mere frailty....nameless instability....vapid femme yet a dither inlying and infiltrating the inate belle....once captivated by her designer prior to dwindling innocence....Now, oblivious to a supernatural gene innate to a princess...undoubtedly, imperfection is her mirrored reflection....repulsed by her inability to remain upright on her own avow....foiled by her culpabilities in human defect....a void to be supplied, but not just satisfied....rather, overflowing!....HOW? I AM IMPERFECT...I CAN NO LONGER PRETEND TO STRIDE IN PERFECTION ON MY OWN TWO CARNAL FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!....My divine creator is life....life to overflowing...PERFECTION OBTAINED THROUGH ACKNOWLEDGING MY IMPERFECTION IN CARNALITY....the essence to life....discovered when she knows that she is imperfect and receives her weaknesses gracefully...Grace is perfect!....Perfect is Abba....Enmeshed by Abba's perfection...the only codependence! Perfection Obtained.....

This Tumultuous Head...."Surrender"

This circular noddle/portion that rests upon these shoulders....without it no life, with it life....existence occurs in conjunction with, but is one not to shift over to insanity while downloading a sum to all data being perceived...by the accumulation of wisdom, knowledge, or 'information' at its best she merely creates a battle within....an engagement of feelings, thoughts, emotions, which render her a brainpan chockablock brimming with abundant love, joy, peace, patience, grace, and courage.....however, intermittently or maybe even frequently overcome by pain, worry, fear, anxiety, with breathless panic as an end....all these means bewilder and disorient her....WHAT? HOW? WHO?....no, no, no, no,....stop delivering objection through inquisition to your originator....this mentalistic and unstable wager is her Father's heartache....let go princess(s).....no longer analayze, criticize, theorize, .....be silent before your king! I SURRENDER....OVER AND OVER AND OVER!

Chaos Has Become My Haven!

A chasm within this being....waiting for her to be consumed by a miniscule thought of pandemonium...a split second to release bedlam within her menial mind as a princess caught in meaningless circles with her spine flaccid to carnality....no place to call 'home'....she stares into the facade of unrelenting contention, but why? She gazes and then muffles her own vision as she drowns in numerous failed attempts to find a place to call 'home'....is she stayed in deliquency because she seeks 'home' in the flesh? Princess?! Look Up!
She must release any idol hampering a flaccid spine to the heavenly...Heavenly surrender will be her only 'haven'....what perverts her misdirected scrutiny?....with a single falange she dangles from the vision her Daddy stationed within as a mere means to proclaim His love bestowed....HOW CAN I PROCLAIM YOUR LOVE WITH TEARS BLURRING MY VISION, WITH EMOTIONAL TUMULT WARPING MY THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS, WITH WEAKNESS STRANGLING MY PHYSICALITY AND BREATH, WITH CONFUSION FESTERING WITHIN MY MARCH?....no chaos cluttering....a princess with a muddied face as she is lying prostrate...Daddy, please gently mount my face within your delicate grasp....though difficult to see a supernatural 'haven' in carnality, I receive this chaos and whatever tumultuous endeavors to come as my new 'home'....Now, a princess aloof to earthly temptation attempting to strip her of a gaze on the face of her Almighty Haven!

Pain vs. Pride

Check out Proverbs 16:18This one knocked me on my face...I struggle with extreme levels of pride, which has the potential to destroy every relationship in my life. "But I...." statements are my absolute favorite when I analyze another's intentions or actions to hurt me whether intentional or unintentional. So, communication is shut off and pain is seething. Once this happens I get angry and scream. Then I apologize and......DO IT AGAIN! This cycle is vicious and brings me nothing but death. Now, I sacrifice 'But I....' and risk myself to be exposed to hurt. When I get hurt...I experience pain. When I experience pain my heart is softened. When my heart is softened I draw closer to my King. When I draw closer to my King I find unconditional love, peace and rest. When I find those things I am whole...I am complete in Him and closer to the pain He experiences when we reject Him. Therefore, when we chose pride we not only shut others out, but we automatically cut ourselves out of His purpose for us. Basically, I have been working through pain in exchange for pride....YOU SHOULD TRY IT! IT HURTS BUT IT'S HOPE!

Sparkles,

Ashleigh

Diminutive Nimble Angel

Little Anointed One...so He labels her...comparable to a newborn staring into the eyes of the one who fashioned her before she formed in her mother's womb. Eyes yet to be opened...closed and purposed in solitude! Innocent and free of blemish...rapidly smashed by a fallen world...her dreams are buried...her vision is blurred....her world crumbles under a tumult of conflicting emotions....reaction to inner pain and outer hurt! Her sight obscured by tears...she sets her gaze in one direction, but the peripheral pulls....the peripheral yanks her vision to destruction! She locks her lids shut, but the world infiltrates that place as well....pictures decimate the purity of the 'little anointed one'...the images deliver nothing more than devastation...like highway robbery!

She yanks it back! She kicks and screams until the robber releases. No longer hopeless...she rips her eyes from carnal circumstance and resets her gaze upon heavenly hope...His Eyes remove her pain and replace her dreams within....reminded of His glory, her face shown bright...she still weeps in wonder of the joy coming at am....she reclaims her position as 'little anointed one' and proceeds to the front lines of battle. Resilient in her anointing...a gift from her King. Consistent reminders of His favor always close at hand...such are necessary to be a warrior princess. She focuses on the her King's blessed goal by way of gazing into His eyes as His 'little anointed one'!

Daughter Delighted in by the King

Enstamped with His Grace.....Enthralled with My Beauty!

To this I awake in the night hours...to this I persevere in my dreams...to this I dance by day! Absent Promise and Fragmented Dreams leave me lacerated and glassy-eyed...I remind myself that His grace is plenteous as ointment to invisible wounds. I am ashamed of my human weakness...yet, strengthened by Grace! I barely stand in this emotional panic. I prided myself in walking out my pathetic ideology of His plan...He humbled 'myself' by revealing a heart wrought with shields founded in fear, guilt, shame, self-hate and anger...some entitlement, pride, judgement and control too! I am certain there are more, but He gently whispers, "I am enthralled with Your Beauty my darling!" I weep in His presence as He proudly smiles with pleasure at His princess...blown away by Grace. I weep as He strokes my hair while my head rests upon His lap...overwhelmed by Peace. I weep and weep and weep as He eagerly speaks...He says, "I am enthralled with your beauty!" Finish the race...finish what I have requested of you! You are pertinent, bruised and broken, to my Kingdom...I will carry you when you cannot so much as crawl...I will wipe your tears and then kiss your hand...I will be peace in your panic...I will be your rest in your strife....I love you exactly as you are! Keep on dreaming...keep on listening to what I have told you - to what I have revealed! My promise is good, true and stands the test of time...you are favored, but you must trust me my darling child! Give me the ability to trust you my King...give me the peace that surpasses all understanding as I maneuver through this pain...I DO NOT JUST COPE! I am pierced and drawing near to you in a narrow minded manner...increase my desire and ability to experience who you are without boundaries!Your Princess with glittering tears,Ashleigh

Patiently I wait....

And so I wait...I wait for Your divine appointments....momentarily I wait for a fresh outpouring of your endless love....I wait in action! I wait in pressing...pressing that is not uninterrupted. When an interruption causes a flinch, chaos is the result. Refocus Refocus Refocus and wait unaltered by the thief! Pressing and Reaching...FOCUS! The pain is pulling and all too excruciating as I drop my head to the wound....no, I must reset my gaze on Glory....Healing Glory! Glory that bandages these wounds that gnaw on an unseen flesh...So, I wait! Author of Everlasting Amelioration by Endless Healing....Scars left...an addition to the painting of this testimony! Scars left....an increase to the potential of this voice! Scars left...larger capacity to relate to lives not yet exposed to His ointment! Scars left...overflow overflow overflow! So I wait!princess ash

Quench This Dry Place

The Edge is drastically near...to jump or not to jump? Will a dive result in a splash or an end? what is this cliff I see floating nearer and nearer? This clouded place within the realm of the mind...how does she gain clarity amidst thick mist. Mist so thick one could slice through...the threshold nearing once again...the presence beyond the ledge is unclear...the unknown is arid! How is she to measure consequence...to jump or not to jump? The fear of unkown is dwindling, yet the unkown must be quenched as decisions are at stake. so, she weeps and stands and stands and weeps....she reaches into the unknown, but does she jump or not? The stretching leaves her weary...the tears run dry...the dryness makes crazy! The space between is still...so still that she is poised...poised in this stale place. Does a jump define wreckless or does a dive into the unknown define surrender? She remains stagnant....why? She reaches again...she tries weeping again...she tries standing even longer...for what? To the unkown she screams, "Quench this Dry Place...!"Isaiah 62