We are, everyone of us, purposed for eternity and like those we admire and consider in God's word, written about and detailed by the breathe of God Himself, we too have a paragraph or two in the pages of the book of Life. To consider that this life He gave you is part of His purpose is hard and simple to think about until it sinks in and then you might realize that you were purposed before you even started living, for something far greater than you could've known. Could it be, that God is watching as eternity unfolds, and intervening in our lives for the sake of Love and fulfilling some ultimate Destiny that had been knitted together with the meaning in our hearts since the beginning of time? That's romantic.

Sometimes I go overboard on writing all my thoughts at once and then most times I don't write at all but I suppose that's the beauty in life, the dance of finding truth in being over and underwhelmed, but my Lord calls me to stand firm and still and wait for Him so that's exactly what I'll do.

I write run on sentences too but I don't know how to find beauty in this truth so I'll leave it at that.

Once I heard the Lord tell me I'd have a beautiful romance and I trusted Him for the first time maybe, with everything I had, with the only thing I knew I could cling to. It was all I had left and I felt evil try to take it away. It felt like I was suffocating and losing my mind and I couldn't remember what truth was. But that was a long time ago and today is a new day. My faith stands and He will build it all the days of my life because I trust He will.

Aren't we all on a search for beautiful things? That's how it started and I found He who made beauty itself. The Beautiful One. He captivated my heart and conquered it with gentle passion that burned until it raged and now I seek to see Him all my days. Ill go to work and hope I don't fall prey to the mundane things that would creep in and distract me from His heart. I'll ask for divine appointments and meaning and faith and beauty, and freely He will give.

I am waiting for you and you can't possibly know it.

The Lord is faithful and my Hope lies only in He who was and is and is to come.

I will have my fairy tale, written by the Author of life. You'll see.

White picnic tables and Alabama heat, church on a Wednesday and family style dinner with little broken ladies.

It was for freedom.

Oh reader, can you recall a moment when the weight of the entire world and all the dominions that reign evil were loosed by some force much stronger than itself; loosed from your shoulders and your back, loosed from your mind and your heart, and the freedom that had waited for so long to call itself yours cried Holy Holy Holy is the Son who came for freedom. Holy Holy Holy is He who gave Himself over to set me free. Tears would spill out, tears that had been coming forth for years only couldn't yet be released. And Joy overwhelmed the soul. Joy that couldn't help but to spill out of the heart and on to the ground and in to the ears of all those around.

I remember the moment when a few words were spoken and the cords that would bind were loosed both on earth and in Heaven, and freedom in the man, Jesus Christ, came to set me free. He had used Hannah, my dearest friend, to speak those words in an apartment that He shared with me, in a way so supernatural that it had to be for freedom that He chose to use it.

After that I thought I'd spend my entire life devoted to the pursuit of bringing Him glory and of giving Him the only thing I knew I could offer. Me. And I spoke the words Use me Lord, Use me.

Oh and He answered when I called. The heart cry was to serve, and now I sit in an office where many have sat before me, used by He who heals and frees. And I talk with deeply wounded girls all the hours of my day. Girls the world would look at and shun. Girls the world would look at and despise. Girls that He looks at and loves deeply. I sit in a chair that was ordained for me long before I had asked. I sit in a chair that I offer to Him first. I sit in a chair and ask that He would do His work, that He would heal and free. There is no greater joy, reader, than to be set free, and then to minister in His name by and through Him to see them who are bound freed.

It was for freedom that He set us free. May we never forget the cause. May we never forget He who ordains freedom. May we never forget that He is worthy of all the glory we could muster up. May we never forget He moves in those who are willing, in spite of ourselves.

Holy Holy Holy is the lamb.