As I sit there..alone..the light streaming in from the holes in this tower mortared with pain lies I’ve believed…He shows me the first lie brick in my tower. God is not good and cannot be for me. Come again…it is time.
a random word blows loosening the mortar…gently waiting… to be noticed. Pain can be so loud. Have you ever noticed that? I sit there thoughts circling..I go around and around them thinking all over the last weeks..I turn go pick up a book..what? go pick up a book…
the pain laced lies back down as I stand…which book? I had several laying there so my hand just went to Streams…heart racing…He was going to say something and I knew it. I opened to February 5 and He breathed.
Here are God Breathed Words
Isaiah 52:12 ” you shall not go out with haste.” ( altar card )
for a couple weeks my wrestling has been between my orphan mentality and my daughtership. Pain , the mortar used to lay each one down. Years in the making…built high…to high for my flesh to tear down and hold together..but flesh has controlled and predicted for so long. You see - I am no longer an orphan…but I live like one.
go pick up a book? again? February 11 He breathed. I had just finished asking Him about a house…I go pick up the same book and He spoke
Here are God Breathed words
Joshua 3:13 { altar card }
as soon as the soles of the feet of the priests…shall rest in the waters…the waters…shall be cut off.
OK really? I posted on Joshua here. He leaves me wanting more of Him. Something He is speaking to me…
If I don’t put my foot in the water where the situation is impossible God cannot stop the waters. I took a brick down and with the sole of my foot… I stepped out of the tower and INTO the truth that GOD does care and wants my/our good.
Here is the lie brick:
God is not good and cannot be for me
Here is God Breathed Words
Exodus 33:14
the LORD ( YHWH) replied, ” I will personally go with you, Moses {Tiffini} and I will give you rest-everything will be fine for you.” { altar card }
This is wrestling…this is choice…this is “am I going to choose to be the orphan or am I going to choose to be the daughter of the King ?”
I could feel the heat and energy in His breath over my soul. I had a choice set before me…I wrestled exhausted. I ate. I chewed them up small and His Spirit made them edible for my soul.
My sole was in the water and my soul was a daughter and it cried Abba, Father!
I will leave us with this from Rose Marie Miller. I think it represents us. women. would you put your name in the blank with me? { altar card }
” _______________, you act like an orphan…you often live as though the Holy Spirit never came, could never help you live in impossible places and do impossible things. You act ( or live ) as though there were no Father who loves you….
I’m still on this journey… thank you from the depths of my heart that you are walking with me…
Do you have lie bricks that you have built up walls with? Do you live as an orphan or a daughter?
This Tuesday I’m resting in the presence of friends @ Finding Heaven…would you come?
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encourages women to keep going in this journey of life. It is never to late for God to do the impossible. See you tomorrow:)
Photo Credit – Nantyglo Round Towers , a cottage in the woods
Tiffini, this is beautiful. I have no words to add other than that
Love you girl, and it's a pleasure to be traveling buddies with you!
Love your words! So true…the wrestling. Love the simplicity of the question – “am I going to choose to be the orphan or am I going to choose to be the daughter of the King ?” My friend, today I will choose to be the daughter! A noble.
This is beautiful. God often speaks to me in a similar way, telling me to read this or that. So glad that we are daughters of the King on this journey together.
That was powerful. The idea that the we truly need to act as if we believe it is true is truly touching me. Thanks for sharing.
This is beautiful. I often think more as an orphan but I am working on it. It is a slow and arduous process but I am thankful for the breaking down of my walls lie brick by lie brick. I need this reminder today Tiffini.
you bet i have lie bricks. and i think i've dumped them somewhere far away and then i find them again. and choose them.
This post reminds me of the verse that says, "deep calls unto deep." I love your deep reflections and deep desire to know the heart of God.
love,
Linsey
Tiffini, This reminds me of what I read this morning . . . from Ann Voskamp's new book. " I wake and put the feet to the plank floors, and I believe the Serpent's hissing lie, the repeating refrain of his campaign throuh the ages: God isn't good."
What a liar, the enemy is.
Great post.
Fondly,
Glenda
T,
These pictures are amazing. Been thinking of you and I've been meaning to email and check in. I haven't been getting around to visiting much, but I am always reminded of how much I love your place every time I click over.
As for me? I think I bounce between daughter and orphan, but don't we all?
So beautiful and so true…when you started to talk about daughter/orphan–I thought right away of Sonship Discipleship course (I just talked about it in a post). Anyhow, Rose Marie's husband Jack Miller developed Sonship and it is so much the son/daughter vs. orphan. Are you reading a book of hers? I read one after my son was born and I'm blanking on the name…
Well, simply gorgeous and this is perfect:
"My sole was in the water and my soul was a daughter and it cried Abba, Father!" Amen and Amen to live this life wrapped tight in this:)
Your photos are beautiful, especially that last one, the path. So often I act like an orphan, forgetting I am his beloved daughter. Words like yours remind me…and help tear down the lie bricks, one at at time
Your words and pictures are beautiful, Tiffini…all beauty from our beautiful King. I can so relate, having spent many days hiding away like Rapunzel in a tower — held captive by woundedness, lies, fear, insecurity (unbelief,)…misery. But beauty was meant to behold, and the beauty of our beautiful God must bloom in us wild and free, like the flowers of a field, holy given for all to see. The more we see Him, the more we become like Him, the more we bloom and blossom, laying our lives down for the world around us in a living display of majestic color, fragrance, love…thank you for releasing His beauty here!
Thank for all your encouraging comments at my place as well. I treasure every one of them!
Blessings!
For the beauty of the King,
Melissa