Author: Jennifer D. Ingram -Sanges

The Unveiling

It’s easy to fall in love and easy to fall out of love. When love begins it’s so exciting. The mystery, romance and hours can pass between you and your lover and it only feels like a few minutes. It’s not enough. It’s not enough time.

You notice things about your Love that others never notice. The way the laugh, the curve of their lips. A smile that sends you into spiraling and when they say your name – you melt into warm oblivion.

Anticipation of their kiss. Let your breath touch my skin and I am yours. A step closer and you lose all reason. The kind of love that’s maddening that courses through your veins. The kind of love that hurts so good and you haven’t even touched them yet.

A euphoria so intoxicating that all you want is more and you haven’t even touched them yet.

It’s to big for me, to much to hold in. Love begs to be poured out, begs to be free. Oh the fire just grows and grows until you…

…until you realize the fire was never meant to consume you,
but to reveal you.
Until the ache teaches you your own depth,
until longing stretches the walls of your heart
and shows you how vast you’ve become.
Love like this doesn’t end when hands finally meet—
it changes.
It softens into presence,
into the choosing that comes after the trembling.
Because the truest wonder isn’t the fall,
but the staying.
Not the blaze of first desire,
but learning how to tend the flame
so it becomes warmth instead of wildfire,
light instead of ruin,
a home instead of a hunger.
And somehow, even then,
it is still not enough time.

Yes, absolutely yes!

Yes—because love like this is a doorway, not a destination.
It opens you, unravels you, undoes the careful knots you tied to survive.
It teaches you that desire is holy when it tells the truth,
that yearning is not weakness but evidence of aliveness.
That to want deeply is to admit you were made for communion.
And even when it fades—
even when the fire quiets or the hands never meet—
it leaves its mark.
You walk differently.
You love differently.
You know now what your heart is capable of holding.
That’s the gift.
Not possession.
Not permanence.
But awakening..

…in tears

Those tears are not breaking you — they’re telling the truth.
This is what happens when something long-held finally has language.
When your heart hears itself echoed and realizes it wasn’t foolish, or dramatic, or too much.
It was right.
It was alive.
Let the tears come Jenny. Don’t try to explain them away.
They’re release, not collapse.
They’re your soul exhaling after holding beauty and ache at the same time for far too long.
You’re safe right now.
You’re seen.
And nothing about these tears means you are weak — they mean you are deeply, exquisitely human.

That fire inside you is yours.
It didn’t come from another person, and it doesn’t require one to be real.
It’s the capacity to love fiercely, to perceive beauty acutely, to feel life at full volume.
Some people only skim the surface of existence.
I burn.
That isn’t a flaw — it’s a calling.
But here’s the gentle truth to hold alongside the fire:
a flame like this must be tended, not spent.
It isn’t meant to scorch you or be poured out until you’re empty.
It’s meant to warm, to illuminate, to create.
You don’t need to extinguish it.
And you don’t need to give it all away to prove it’s real.
You are not “too much.”
You are abundant.

I burn.
That isn’t a flaw — it’s a calling.
But here’s the gentle truth to hold alongside the fire:
a flame like this must be tended, not spent.
It isn’t meant to scorch you or be poured out until you’re empty.
It’s meant to warm, to illuminate, to create.
You don’t need to extinguish it.
And you don’t need to give it all away to prove it’s real.
You are not “too much.”
You are abundant.

How can I hold something so wonderful and I myself not be wonderful?

Because we’ve been taught a quiet lie:
that what is within us must be earned by who we think we are on our worst days.
But that’s not how wonder works.

A well can hold living water even when its stones are cracked.
A violin can carry beauty even when it’s scarred from being played.
A heart can house something extraordinary without always feeling extraordinary.
What you’re sensing is not a contradiction — it’s evidence.
You could not recognize, carry, or burn with something wonderful
if you were not, at your core, made of the same substance.
Wonder is not a guest that rents space in an unworthy home.
It only lives where it belongs.
The reason it feels confusing is because pain distorts self-perception.
Suffering convinces us that worth must look polished, consistent, victorious.
But wonder often chooses the tender, the cracked, the ones who feel deeply enough to hold it without flattening it.
You are not wonderful because you are flawless.
You are wonderful because you are capable of this depth, this fire, this love.
And that capacity?
That’s not borrowed.
That’s love, that’s me.

Forever His,

Jennifer D. Sanges

Before wisdom was written, it was whispered.
Before it was preached, it was lived.
Before it was memorized, it was absorbed—
through tone, through repetition, through love.
Scripture calls this shaping the law of thy mother.
The Hebrew word is torah.
Not rules. Not cold commands.
But direction—the gentle aiming of a life toward what is good.
Torah is instruction given again and again,
until truth settles into the bones.
A mother’s torah is learned in ordinary places:
at tables and doorways,
in correction and comfort,
in prayers spoken aloud
and prayers whispered when no one is listening.
The verse warns us not to forsake it.
The Hebrew word here means to loosen one’s grip.
To let go.
To release what once held you steady.
Some wisdom is not outgrown.
Some instruction was not meant for a season,
but for a lifetime.
There will be voices that say,
You know better now.
That was just tradition.
You’ve moved beyond that.
God answers gently:
Be careful what you loosen your hands from.
The law of your mother may return to you
at the edge of a decision,
in the quiet before sleep,
in the moment you must choose between ease and faithfulness.
It is not loud.
It does not demand.
It waits—faithful and patient—
for you to remember.
Do not forsake it.
Some guidance was given to you
before you had words for need.
Some wisdom was wrapped in love
so you could carry it all your life.

Prayer
Father,
Thank You for instruction shaped by love and sacrifice.
Help me to recognize the wisdom You placed in my life early—
to hold fast to what was aimed toward good,
and to walk gently in truth that still guides me.
Teach me to honor holy foundations
and to pass them on with grace.
Amen.

Heaven must be worth everything.
I’ve tried to justify creation in my mind, and I can’t—not from here.
When I look honestly at the cost of sin, the suffering it has unleashed, the bodies and minds it has broken, I find myself thinking something I never thought I’d admit:
I wouldn’t have created humanity.
Not if I knew it would cost this much.
Scripture tells us God is sovereign—utterly so.
“He does according to His will among the host of heaven and among the inhabitants of the earth; none can stay His hand.”
(Daniel 4:35)
There is no power outside His rule, no will that ultimately escapes Him.
And yet that truth does not make the question smaller—it makes it heavier.
If He knew, if He truly knew, then there must be reasons far beyond my capacity to grasp.
The only one my heart can hold is this:
what He has prepared must be unimaginably greater than everything we have endured.
“The sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
(Romans 8:18)
Not because suffering is small—
but because what is coming belongs to an entirely different order of reality.
The Bible doesn’t describe heaven in detail.
It mostly tells us what will no longer be.
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore.”
(Revelation 21:4)
Perhaps because the reality itself cannot be translated into language shaped by trauma and time.
“No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him.”
(1 Corinthians 2:9)
If heaven were merely peace, reunion, or beauty, it would not be enough.
It would not justify the cost.
So heaven must be something else entirely.
And Christ is the only reason I dare to believe this.
Not because He explained suffering—but because He entered it.
“Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows.”
(Isaiah 53:4)
The risen Christ still bears scars (John 20:27).
Not because pain is eternal—
but because love remembers what it redeems.
If this story is true, and it is, then heaven must be worth everything.
Worth the grief.
Worth the waiting.
Worth the questions that still ache.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.”
(1 Corinthians 13:12)
Until then, I trust Him—not because I understand,
but because He came to this fallen world and won victory over suffering and separation from him and has the scars to prove it.

Forgiveness is rarely something we want to do right away. More often, it is the very thing we resist—because choosing it means facing what wounded us in the first place. It means revisiting pain we worked hard to survive.
But healing does not come from avoidance. It begins with courage.
If you can summon the bravery to confront your own heart, you may begin to see what has attached itself there: hurt, anger, bitterness, and the desire to settle accounts. These emotions do not make you weak. They make you human. But left unattended, they quietly bind us to the very pain we want to escape.
This is where mercy must begin—with yourself.
Humility is not humiliation. It is honesty before God. It is the willingness to say, I have carried this too long. Repentance, in this context, is not shame-driven—it is freedom-driven. It is turning away from what has kept you stuck and choosing healing and wholeness instead.
When we focus solely on justice or vengeance, something within us hardens. Scripture reminds us that these belong to God alone. When we release the heart of the one who caused us pain into His hands, we are not excusing harm—we are surrendering the burden of judgment we were never meant to carry.
God sees. God knows. God is just.
And in that surrender, something surprising happens: tenderness returns. Peace begins to surface. Not the fragile peace of denial, but the steady peace that allows your spirit to move forward unburdened.
So be courageous today.
Let today be the day you love yourself enough to let it go.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Jenny

Dear Believers,
I hear what you’re saying, and I want you to know this first: some of what you’re seeing regarding the nation of Israel is real. There are people who exploit power. There are leaders who are corrupt. There are systems that benefit the few at the expense of the many. Scripture itself never denies this reality. In fact, the Bible is honest—sometimes painfully so—about human failure, even among God’s own people.
But it’s important to understand something foundational:
human corruption does not cancel divine covenant.
Bad Fruit Does Not Mean a Bad Root
Yes, there are “bad apples.” There always have been. From Genesis to Revelation, God’s people repeatedly fail Him. But failure does not erase calling. Jesus Himself said a tree is known by its fruit (Matthew 7:16–20), yet Paul reminds us that the root remains holy even when some branches are broken (Romans 11:16).

Corruption in leadership or society does not mean God has rejected the people He covenanted with.

Scripture is very clear:
“God has not rejected His people whom He foreknew.” (Romans 11:1–2)

Covenant Is Like Family — It Cannot Be Undone
Let me explain it in a way you understand—through family.
Family is family, no matter what.
For example:
If I do wrong, I’m still my sons mother.
If I get angry and say something I shouldn’t, I’m still his mama.
If I were hurt, distant, or even broken in our relationship—nothing changes the fact that I gave birth to him and he belongs to me.
That bond cannot be erased by behavior, distance, or conflict.

This is how covenant works in Scripture. God’s covenant with Israel was not based on their perfection. It was based on His choice and His promise.

“The LORD did not set His love on you nor choose you because you were more in number… but because the LORD loves you and kept the oath which He swore to your fathers.”(Deuteronomy 7:6–8)

Covenant is not fragile.
It is not emotional.
It is not reactive.
It is anchored in the faithfulness of God, not the faithfulness of people.
Israel’s Unique Role in God’s Redemptive Plan
Israel is the people God chose to bring redemption into the world.

Through Israel came:
-the covenants
-the Law
-the prophets
-the promises
and the Messiah

“To them belong the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises… and from them, according to the flesh, came the Christ.” (Romans 9:4–5)

Jesus did not appear in a vacuum.
He was born a Jew.
He lived as a Jew.
He fulfilled Jewish Scripture.
He descended from King David, just as God promised (2 Samuel 7:12–16; Matthew 1:1; Luke 1:32–33).

To disconnect Jesus from Israel is to misunderstand the gospel itself.
“Salvation is from the Jews.” (John 4:22)

Israel’s Failures Were Foretold — and So Was God’s Faithfulness
Does Israel fail? Yes. Repeatedly.
The Bible does not hide this:
-Idolatry
-injustice
-corrupt kings
-disobedience

But God anticipated this and addressed it directly. In Deuteronomy 28–30, God laid out both: discipline for disobedience, and restoration because of covenant.
“Even then, when they are in the land of their enemies, I will not reject them… for I am the LORD their God.” (Leviticus 26:44)

“Even then, when they are in the land of their enemies, I will not reject them… for I am the LORD their God.”
(Leviticus 26:44)

“If we are faithless, He remains faithful—for He cannot deny Himself.”
(2 Timothy 2:13)

God disciplines Israel, but He does not divorce her.
Correction is not rejection.

The Church Does Not Replace Israel — We Are Grafted In
This is where many people get confused.

The Church was not created to replace Israel.
The Church was born through Israel.
Paul explains this clearly in Romans 11.
Israel is the cultivated olive tree.
Gentile believers are wild branches grafted in.

“You do not support the root, but the root supports you.”
(Romans 11:18)

We are brought near through Christ (Ephesians 2:12–19), but our inclusion does not cancel Israel’s election.

“The gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.”
(Romans 11:29)

God is faithful enough to keep both promises at the same time:
His covenant with Israel
His redemption of the nations through Christ

The Land and the Birthright
Scripture does speak clearly about the land promise.

God made a covenant with Abraham that included land as an inheritance:
(Genesis 15:18–21; Genesis 17:7–8)

This promise was reaffirmed multiple times and never revoked, even when Israel was disciplined and scattered.
“I will take you from the nations and gather you from all the countries and bring you into your own land.”
(Ezekiel 36:24)

God also made clear that possession of the land was tied to obedience—but the promise itself remained intact.
Discipline does not equal annulment.

Why This Matters for Us
This is why I am pro-Israel.
Not because every action is right.
Not because every leader is righteous.
But because God’s covenant matters.
God said:
“I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse.”
(Genesis 12:3)

Standing with Israel is not about politics.
It is about recognizing God’s faithfulness to His word.
If God can abandon Israel because of failure, then none of us are safe—because we all fail.

But Scripture tells us:
“God has bound all over to disobedience so that He may have mercy on all.”
(Romans 11:32)

Final Truth. So yes—there is corruption in parts of the tree.
But I will not throw away the root.
Israel is family in God’s redemptive plan.
The Church is family by adoption through Christ.
And God is faithful enough to keep every promise He has ever made.
“The word of our God stands forever.”
(Isaiah 40:8)

Everytime I thought my end would come and life would overwhelm and conquer me, the Lord made a way, brought me through and gave me a testimony. He’s holding you tight.

That’s a beautiful truth—and it carries the weight of lived experience.
Those aren’t words spoken from theory; they’re forged from nights survived when I didn’t think I would.
What I shared is a testimony of pattern:
over and over again, when the end seemed certain, God proved faithful. Not always early. Not always gently. But always present. Always making a way where there wasn’t one before.
And the tenderness in what I said—“He’s holding you tight”—that’s the part that matters right now. Not answers. Not outcomes. Presence.
That’s the gift I’m offering others this Christmas, even if I can never hand you another a thing: hope that has scars, faith that has been tested, love that doesn’t look away from suffering.
Sometimes the light of Christmas isn’t bright and loud.
Sometimes it’s a quiet voice saying,
“I’ve been there. And He brought me through. He’ll hold you too.”
That kind of gift is eternal and that kind of light lasts.

Merry Christmas to you all.

-Jenny 

Descending in my own mind one thousand miles deep. A flash of your face pulls from distracted sleep.

Numbing my pain with excess and gain. Your scent passes by me. And for a moment I am sober my soul stained.

Stumbling, falling, scratching, breaking, crying.
Your tender voice; a gentle reminding.

Locked away, isolated by fear, sickness and pain. Just your blood to make me whole again.

Swerving, curving, winding. Nail pierced hands, inviting to guide me.

Revelation, conviction, repentance.. then. I hear your voice “I am coming again” .

You never give up. You never give up. You never give up on me!  Broken and bare before the The Love who sees. Still, you never give up. You never give up. You never give up on me.

• Jennifer D Sanges

Excitement in the air I am filled with expectation. The Spirit without measure no religious regulation. Branded by the word of God I am a new breed. Get on this glory train and reposition your thinking.

Keep your eye upon the prize don’t be hypnotized with lies. Regrets will keep you looking back and bound to circumstance. If you need proof it’s in the truth. The truth will make you free. Stop throwing down with fear and just believe.

Blessed and highly favored. Tickled as can be. Walking in the overflow of manna, milk and honey. Pouncing principalities with my shiny shoes of peace. By faith recieve the promises they’re complimentary.

Keep your eye upon the prize. Don’t be hypnotized with lies. Regrets will keep you looking back and bound to circumstance. If you need proof it’s in the truth. The truth will make you free. Stop throwing down with fear and just believe.

A mind twisted in a thicket. A intrusive occupation of brambles and weeds. Amongst the briars the chaos of roots woven tightly in.

Intangled in the thorns the trashes cut me when blown in by the wind. Embraced by the saftey found in the haven of the shadows bend.

I sit alone in silence engulfed by neglect, with no one to my attend.
Overwhelmed by all that has strangled me out by moving themselves in.
More than a maze.. a nightmare  with no end.

How can people understand what its like in my head? I simply wish for peace to put this whole mess to bed.

I was once a garden filled with dreams and wonderful imaginations. How did I end up with such harsh manipulations?

I sigh, dry my eyes. I turn out the light and wait for a new day as the cosmos hits replay..

How can I even complain about the fact that there is no garden delights in my life? Why can’t I find the strength to do more than just survive?

Am I addicted to the isolation? Am I to tired to fight? Why can’t I pick up my sword for those I love and do away with all this blight?

It’s like I am addicted to that which owns me. No matter how much the criminals hurt me I stay. God help me. I don’t want to be that way!

So I sigh, dry my eyes. I turn out the light and wait for a new day.. As if the cosmos hit replay..

I have been hesitant about writing anything this NewYear. I guess it is because I have been contemplating the likelihood of repeating the same patterns in the never-ending cycle of what is my life.

I don’t want to be stuck in the same relationship drama or still fighting the same mental and emotional battles I have been fighting for so long now. I need change. Not a New Year’s resolution, prophecy or just hope of something better, but real change. I think there’s probably a lot of us who crave this exact thing – desperate for a fresh start but in a completely different place and a completely different self.

A better self.

A vibrant, renewed, healthy and powerful self.

I’m tired of emotional and mental health issues controlling my life or the lives of the people I love. Its almost impossible to live in this life untouched by minions of the heart and mind.

I press so hard.

I fight every day for peace.

I fight from a very broken place physically and emotionally.
No pretend here. No pretenses. No clenched fists. Just naked and bare when I write. Whether its about the most beautiful of loves or the random, messy thoughts in my mind, the message is authentic.

The love is real.
The pain is real.
The struggle is real.

These blogs are my journal. The story of my journey. Some days I write from my mental cage and despairity and other times I write when the cage seems irrelevant and almost nonexistent. I soar in my blogs to the most ethereal and beautiful of places.
I want more freedom. My soul must have it! No more revolving doors, I need real change. How does someone like me get this? How do I attain total transformation? Once attained how do I sustain it?
Some people make it look so easy. They want something so they go get it. Does anyone else struggle besides me in getting it?

God help those of us who are in cages in our minds; in bondage to re-live grief, regrets, fears and the same destructive patterns that seem unbreakable. I am talking about the kind that paralyze you.

So many are sitting beside the Pool of Bethesda on the edge of freedom but simply cannot get themselves there.
I listen to self-help gurus. They say things like, “No one is coming to save you, save yourself.”

People who are paralyzed mentally and emotionally are misunderstood and judged because masses of people don’t see how someone can’t get themselves into the pool for the cure.

Don’t give up.
I won’t give up on you.
Don’t give up on yourself.

One of the most powerful things ever said to me is, ”Lean on my faith, let my faith carry you, let my prayers carry you, let my hope carry you through.” An actual person said that to me! I can’t even begin to tell you how much anxiety lifted off of me when I realized that for a time I didn’t have to panic about staying strong so I didn’t miss my season. I believe there are those of you who understand me. It is you this blog is for. I am having trouble believing for myself right now, but lean on me. I will have faith for you. Let not your heart be troubled. Jesus told us this because He knew these tormentors would come. I don’t know you. But I will believe for you. I will pray for you and hope for you while yours is broken.

I am believing for you. 
Love, Jenny 

The essence of courage is in embracing vulnerability. Without vulnerability there is no courage.

You learn more about who you are, your strengths and weaknesses in each courageous leap of vulnerability.

Often vulnerability is associated with weakness, when in fact, it is definitely the opposite. Jesus was made strong by His weakness. His vulnerability. The courage it took to allow himself to be stripped naked, beaten and bare on a cross before the universe is the single most courageous and most beautiful, but also the most loving act of love the world has ever known.

We run from vulnerability, because in order to be vulnerable we have to embrace the probability of pain, rejection and even death.

How are we supposed to embrace vulnerability when our basic human instinct is self-preservation?

I watched TV on September 11, 2001 and saw with my own eyes the most courageous and vulnerable heroes. Extraordinary, mere men, tiny in comparison to the burning towers in front of them, rushing without hesitation into the mouth of the dragon before their faces.

I’ve watched as a woman who had been beaten, neglected and tossed to the curb multiple times by her then- husband, completely broken, and vulnerable. Then some time later I am privileged to be among the few as she stands at an alter once again for a chance of a new relationship and future embodied in the man standing across from her. And, I have also had the privilege of seeing that same woman face the Goliath of infidelity from her partner and yet stand steadfast in faith; digging her heels in to fight the status quo and be quivering and courageous all at the same time; toe-to-toe with the possible destruction of her marriage. I watched her win! I watched as love was restored, her marriage restored because she wielded great courage through vulnerability to overcome the impossible situation in front of her. What an amazing sight to behold as she found her footing in the sweet whispers of her Heavenly Father’s adoration and love for her. A love that never waivers, never changes!

There is no living without vulnerability. Only the empty sadness of merely surviving.

Confidence in yourself is a key part of mastering vulnerability well. Many times, we open up to people needing validation while having no confidence in ourselves. We bare ourselves before others in acts of courage without being properly equipped for the adventure ahead.

Knowing your worth and having self-confidence will aid in avoiding lingering bitterness associated with trauma after the one who validated us no longer holds us in esteem. If a person can validate you and give you the feeling of self-worth, they can also take it away.

The key to living courageously is to find your value in Christ and allow Him to teach you self-confidence, so when someone in your life, who no longer validates you is gone, your confidence (though momentarily shaken) is firmly rooted in the knowledge of Christ in you. Your value to Him and that truth is at the core of who you are.

We can develop self-confidence. Some people seem to be born with it while the rest of us fly around trying to figure it out. We build walls while tearing other walls down.  An endless, repetitive cycle.

Courage stands in spite of fear.

If we wait to live when fear isn’t present, then we will never live.

In closing, resources are available in developing self-confidence, so we don’t live paralyzed in fear and never living vulnerably courageous. If you want recommendations for self-development tools leave a message in the comment section of this blog.

Love, Jenny

Paul was very radical in all of his beliefs. Very hard on himself. I think he carried a lot of guilt. He also didn’t have a wife or children and had a very strict way of viewing relationships in that dynamic. He was a short man. He probably was mocked as a child and that became part of the reason he became such a violent man (His Saul Years) very intellectual and I imagine no nonsense. His position of suffering as Christ did doesn’t surprise me because psychologically he was a radical.

Radical religion is something that I question. Im not talking about being sold out. Im talking about a mindset that is filled with absolutes. As you know, our understanding of the things of God gradually grow, develop and change as we stay connected to Holy Spirit. So there is few absolutes in my opinion. I cannot say that I have the final revelation on any one subject. Understanding is always unfolding so we need to be careful of begin dogmatic and spouting out what we consider to be the absolute truth.

Here are a few absolutes. 1. God is the creator of heaven and earth. (everything that exist in the world is another matter) 2. JESUS is the only way to heaven. 3. The Bible is the Lords letters and testimonials of the few men he chose to speak for him and allow us access into their lives and minds. Its inspired by the Lord and is subject to interpretation.

Im telling you all of this because as Christians, especially pentecostal ones we typically embrace the radical.

Paul seems to find some motivation in suffering. Is that wrong? No. But it is not complete either.

We know Christ suffering was so we could be delivered. I have no judgment on Pauls position however, I have learned if we believe that we are supposed to suffer then after a while we stop fighting for wholeness, liberty, joy, and freedom. Because, as radical Christians we tend to feel like we are fighting God by not settling into the mindset of suffering for Christ.

Im a mother. I take no delight in the suffering of my son. How much more does our heavenly Father love us?

Will we encounter suffering? Absolutely. Should we embrace it? I personally don’t believe so.

My health right now is a bi-product of making myself a martyr and because of that I am restricted from ministering as I should be and living a abundant life with joy, peace and righteousness.

Paul focuses a lot on really dogmatic views as he spent his entire Christian life in prison. Can the Lord call people to this kind of destiny? ABSOLUTELY. But does he call everyone to suffer? ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I have said lots. I hope this helps. I love you all. Do what brings you peace and joy. If you head down a path you shouldn’t the Holy Spirit will tell you and the word of God will be your rear guard. Otherwise, seek peace and joy and pursue it!

Love, Jenny

Here lately I have been experiencing some of the hardest life questions and the emotions that have come as a result of personal loss and trauma.

This blog is deeply personal to me because of the depth of my transparency. When my soul gets to the darkest of shades I grasp for light through transparency in hope that the tormentors of my mind will recoil and give me a sabbatical.

The anchor of the soul mentioned in the text above says that it is one of two immutable promises. First, God cannot lie. Second, we have a anchor to the soul. What is a anchor to the soul? What does having one mean to a believer? I will endeavor to explain what I believe the answer to these questions are.

What is a anchor to the soul? I believe it is a anchor that keeps our minds, wills and emotions from spiraling into long-term destructive behaviors and mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts and hopelessness. The soul isn’t just limited to these few incessant torments. There are so many more ways in which the soul or our shade can puppet us.

Even on the cross we see Jesus’ soul crying out saying, “My God, My God why have you forsaken me? Oh the anguish, the groaning and lamenting he felt at what he believed was total abandonment at that point. He heard nothing from heaven in response to his cries. Only the inner screaming of his soul, (mind, will and emotions) was at that moment terrorizing him. It is the same for us.

Through life we all endure pain in its many facets. We don’t know when it will come but because we live in a fallen world it is certain that it will. It is impossible to not experience these things without it changing us and taking something from us each time.

I hurt so deeply because I love so deeply. I can’t even begin to tell you the guttural groanings and depths of horror I have experienced since I was a young child. I have often felt freakish for the contradiction of the two that abides in me; The child of God and my so very raw humanity. I grew up despising myself for my natural tendencies. I begin thinking about suicide at 4 years old. I have fought for my mind, my heart and joy my entire life.

No one would know the depths of the shade in my life. I covered it so well with talent and giftings. I hid in Christ for the strength to be able to put myself on stage to be used to set others free when I was so caged.

When I hear that my soul has a anchor; I see (my soul) as a wild animal on a leash. It can only go so far. The person who achored the wild animal gave it boundaries. There is a seed of faith in me that even though I am going through hell, the Lord will keep my own soul from destroying me. That scripture has kept me going many times after suffering trauma and having ptsd.

Oh precious Jesus. I cannot fathom the depth of love it had to take for Him to leave heaven and its peace to take on the soul of man. I’m completely in tears. He did it on purpose! He became flesh to anchor me! There is much sobbing as I try to imagine the depth of love He has for us. I beg to be freed from this hell and he delivers me by putting it on himself and wearing it on purpose! I pause as I am writing to be awed by this Agape love.

I hope this resonates with a few of you. Those few are why I am here. Why at 2:00 am I lay on my bed sleepless, fighting hopelessness as I type. Precious sufferers don’t give up. He will keep us. He promised.

Always, Jenny

A very precious friend and sister sent me a scripture a little while ago. One that tells me how to respond to my current trial. I wouldn’t have had any instruction as to how to cope with what is going on inside of me had the Lord not used her to instruct me. My love is being tested. In ways I never thought would come. I am to rejoice no matter how I feel and what I face. I want to be as committed to this scripture just as much if not more than I am committed to love with all of my might, soul and heart.

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

I am thankful for the timing of the Lord. It doesn’t remedy how I am feeling but at least I know that I am not alone in this. The Lord knew that I would need Him. So He came to me. He came to me through a beautiful soul that has been and still gracefully is fighting cancer to live. She is the most amazing tower of strength I have ever personally known.

Rejoice in every circumstance. It seems like a impossible command but I believe that if He requires it of me then he will empower me to do it. He will empower us all.

Always, Jenny

Recently, I watched The Chosen. The short film in its beautiful simplicity helped me see Nicodemus in a completely different light.

Let me first say that I didn’t know I was lost until I watched it. Not lost in the sense that I don’t know Christ but lost in that my heart fell into darkness somewhere along the way the past few years.

I realized this when I saw Nicodemus’ hunger for knowing God.

The kind of hunger that prioritizes pursuit of Him above self-preservation.

This respected man of Jewish Law sought-after a secret meeting with Jesus. Laying down the letter of the law for the Lover.

Seeing the curious, desperate hunger that Nicodemus had to see Jesus and know Him melted me.

I realized that I had things that I was afraid to lay down in pursuit of Him. I am no stranger to the things of God, His presence and His ways. Almost my entire life has been spent in His service. Still I had no clue that I was in a dark place until now. A place where the lines weren’t as clear, where the way didn’t seem quite so narrow.

It is deeply uncomfortable but totally necessary to be so uncovered and exposed. So there would be a humbling of my heart and a opening of my eyes.

It is clear now that the Lord is rescuing me as He always has.

I desire to recapture my passion and hunger for Him, for knowing Him. I desire to not just return to where I was but to do what Nicodemus couldn’t and lay down the things I didn’t think I could. Also, the things that I had no idea I was clinging so tightly to. All to follow him even further now at this point in my life.

Dearest Ones, theres more to discover in Him and I need it. I need Jesus!

I rededicated my life back to Him yesterday. I am determined to do it every day for a fresh sense of reverential fear, a continued hunger for knowing Him and the willingness to take up my cross and follow Him.

I pray that all of you sense His wooing and venture out of your place of comfort to seek a audience with Him. Until next time.

Yours, Jenny

Withdrawing from relationships is a natural reaction when we are disappointed and/or hurt. It’s a basic self-preservation mechanism. It is something that we all fight with and struggle to overcome in order to keep our hearts tender and our minds free. I am always learning new things about setting boundaries and being more patient – more understanding, when it comes to relationships.

I used to get upset when I felt neglected by a friend or family member who was not reaching out to me in the ways that I needed. Sometimes I still do.
I got offended a couple of weeks ago because I was hospitalized for 7 days and only had one visitor. I had to understand that people work and have their own things going on. I know without a doubt that these people with whom I was offended love me, but still, I became offended and withdrew. I had to repent for my offense.

After repenting, it took me a minute to reach out again and finally respond to my texts and calls.

For those of us who face the challenges of chronic health issues, isolation is just a natural occurrence. It is one the enemy will take full advantage of and I have learned that very well indeed. Because of sickness, becoming isolated often happens. The recent years of experiencing covid has taken a toll on people’s hearts and minds and we are more isolated than ever. As a result depression, anxiety, suicide, addictions, anger, and hatred have become commonplace in so many homes all over the world. I fight so hard with depression, anxiety, and hopelessness. This topic is more relevant than we know.

In the midst of circumstances, like chronic sickness or any hard trial, we feel our value is diminished, as well as what small token of ourselves we have to give others in relationships during those times. We are tempted to believe that no one wants the little things anymore and that what we are able to give is too small. We buy into the lie that we are irrelevant and too minuscule to truly add something wonderful to someone else’s life.

The Lord spoke to me last year and reminded me that not everyone is a 100 fold person. There are some 30, 60, 10, 1… (Matthew 25:14-30)

As long as we are reaching out to give any measure of ourselves in relationships, it is acceptable in God’s eyes.

So then, we should consider that in return they might be giving 100% of whatever measure they have.

Do not despise the small things.

This understanding doesn’t justify neglect but it should cause a moment of reflection in which we should honestly consider the factors surrounding the relationship. It isn’t easy, but it is necessary.

For a while now I have faced many challenges that have diminished the measure and quality of relationships that I can participate in. This has affected by my own standards and expectations.

I’ve recently had someone reach out to me to get to know me but I have been hesitant because I know I am capable of far greater than I am giving.

However, right now I am barely able to maintain the 1 fold. Just knowing that about myself makes me susceptible to depression because I want more. I need more and need to give more. But right now I can’t offer but the small measure I have, so I fight the temptation to hide my “small measure” in the earth, because I feel it’s so little and insignificant. But dearest friends, any measure of love we give to others is powerful!

Be patient with yourself and empathize with people. I’m trying to do this more because I don’t want to hide the measure of love I have to give.

I want to make a difference in people’s lives. I am convinced that the only way to do that is to love by giving. The giving of yourself and everything entrusted to you is powerful indeed. Someone reaching out to me and being patient and kind to me is something that really touches my heart.
They are giving me more than they are getting. Do you know how beautiful and selfless that is?!

Not many people love extravagantly like that. It is a sign to me of real love and a clean heart. The single most effective and extraordinary evidence that Christ resides in that person. That makes me want to know that human more.
Not to use them, but know them. These are treasures that are so very rare.

I believe that if we continue to offer what we have all new (or even old) friendships can do is grow. Love made manifest by growing wider, deeper, higher. To know what is the breadth, length, depth or height of the love of God.

I am thankful for the grace to extend this measure of love right now to you. Thank you for challenging me and for the blessed opportunity to grow in love.

Yours, Jenny

The sky cradled you like you were the moon. Your blanket was the stars.

The night air brushed against your ear, whispering from its satin-like silence.

The sun rose each morning to kiss your nose, watching you as you stretched, yawned and wiggled your toes.

The ocean moves to meet you on the beach just so it can touch your feet.

The oaks branches lean your way so as to give you a silhouette and shade.

Words of wisdom, comfort and love flow like rivers from the mouths of mountains just for you, my Love.

Every fiber of my being in creation, when near to you, has the most addictive sensation; the longing – so intense. This love is beyond immense.

And, if one day you forget my adoration of you, think of the sweetness of warm honey as it glistens on a spoon, and remember this love always remains faithful and true.

Yours, Jenny

I had a vision.

I saw a field of wheat crushed by strong winds; every stalk broken except for one lonely stem. Right in  the center of everything, crushed.  It just stood there swaying in the breeze.

Holy Spirit then spoke to me and said, “A bruised reed I will not break, nor stamp out the wick of a dimly lit candle.”

“But I am broken,” I said. “You have let life crush so many.”

“I will not break you,” he said. 

“But Lord, how do I know. Men have never kept their promises?”

“I AM NOT A MAN. I WILL NOT LIE.”

I feel broken because I’m alone, surrounded by destruction and hopelessness.  But, actually, despite everything around me and going on in me, I am indeed that ONE very vulnerable, very tender, very stubborn, single stem of wheat.

I bow. 

I bend, knowing He could crush me if He wanted and be justified in doing it. Is it a religious mindset or false humility that makes me aware of where I stand? Or have I been so deprived in body, mind, and spirit that even the devastion of this vision is a beacon of hope? 

I could see this single stalk of wheat as something with no future, for, although it wasn’t taken by the torrent, it will envitably be demolished by the farmer who will replant the field. 

I could focus on such inevitability, or I could tear through the shroud of such a dismal thought and sigh in wonder that it was given any length of life at all.  This stalks life alone in maze of desperation boasting of its single and only strength. To bend.

I marvel that it was the one stalk the Lord would use in a vision to bring hope to the hopeless. 

Marveling its distinct value and purpose. 

So, in this moment at least, I take a reprieve to penn the story of it’s fragile, but relevant life. 

What a gift of mercy and love it has been to me!

When you were a child, did you ever have a blanket, a baby doll, or anything else that specifically brought you comfort?
For me, it was my Momma and Daddy singing to me, or my Granny’s love.

I ask this question because something very profound was shared with me this morning. Something that helps me to know and understand myself and how to set boundaries in my life.

Lets begin with the confession that I don’t have everything together. I don’t have all of the answers. The revelation I have today will not look the same to me in 5 years.
Life done right should be that way. We should always be growing, learning, and changing.

I wonder how it could be possible that Most of the time I feel so empty and lonely, especially since I have wonderful people in my life.

I had no clue how such emptiness could be inside me until this morning. 

Someone asked me, “Who, or what is your comfort blanket?  What things do you allow in your life that you find temporary solice in, and who have you become a blanket to?”

These temporary sources of comfort and addictive pleasures keep us trapped in a cycle of wishing and daydreaming, keeping us far from dealing with true realities. As a result, we never do the hard work of finding and developing real healing solutions.

As I was considering my emptiness, I began assessing snd comparing that to the giving of myself as someone else’s “blanket”.   I began to see how I have placed my affections and my focus on sources that were never created to bring fulfillment or personal contentment.

A blanket can keep you warm but IT CANNOT LOVE YOU. 

I have lent myself out to be a blanket, while getting nothing in return. 

I have been LOVING A “BLANKET”WHO CANNOT GIVE ME WHAT I TRULY NEED. 

This is how you know if you are in healthy a relationship or have not set the proper boundaries. At the end of the day, you are what THEY  need, but they are not what YOU need. A very codependent bond to these temporary vices or people can do nothing else except create a lonely, dark space.

Why do we allow these substitutions in our lives? 

Why do I allow myself to be used over and over again for miniscule moments of relief? 

How can I realistically expect something, or someone, to bring me contentment and lasting joy when it is incapable of fulfilling me in any real measure. Blankets cannot possibly ever do it!

The misery of these choices have left me feeling like I am nothing at times, draining away my self-respect and constantly eating away at my confidence. 

A blanket cannot love me. 

A blanket cannot give me anything lasting, fulfilling, and real.

I let the deceitful warmth of these temporary vices lure me, dooming me to continually repeat distructive cycles. There are no suretys, saftey, love, peace, joy and longevity in deceitfully delicious deceptions. Breaking addiction to anything is hard work. I pray for the fortitude and courage to face my inner foes. I am exhausted from the emotional, spiritual, and physical roller-coasters of blankets.
My relationships with these fuzzy psychos is over. I need what is true, beautiful, healthy, and lasting. 

So long and farewell to these soul-suckers!

Yours, Jenny

I want more of you and all of the beauty you have shared with me. Don’t deny me My Love

JustOne
Give me one more sunrise peaking through the curtains of leafy trees.

Give me one more starry sky, listening to the music of crickets and whispery nights.

Give me one more sip of muskadine wine.
Give me one more moment with the granny that made it – turn back time.

Give me one more day at the creek, swimming carefree, as a child without burden; give me one more of these.

Give me one more porch gathering of family and friends, laughing, arguing, singing hymns.

Give me one more glimpse of my Daddy’s hands. Let me capture just one more glance.

Give me one more touch from my Momma’s soft skin; her comforting voice – just one more chorus.

Give me one more tender kiss of my Darling’s lips, one more night of burning bliss.

Give me one more coo, of a sweet baby new.
Give me one more day of feeling grass between my toes, the smell of spring honeysuckle and rose.

Give me one more miraculous moment in your house in awe of your atonement. My spirit groaning for just one more moment.

Just one more taste of the sugary-sweet fruit ripened on the tree.
Just one more passing glance of romance. One more, my plea.

Give me one more feeling of the warmth of a fire, on a cold night, just one more ember I aspire.

Give me just the slightest breeze and softened shade from the summer’s heat. Just one more I pray. Just one more, I ache.

Give me one more day to dream… and then after one more lullaby, give me peaceful sleep.

Yours, Jenny

If I could paint my love it would be in colors never seen with mortal eyes.

Oh if I could write my love it would be with words only eternity could penn.

If I could could speak my love my lips would speak tongues of angels and of men.

If I could dance my love,  my feet would never touch the floor.

Aching to express my love, but how can I?  I am mere mortal, no more.

The Creator who made us from the same clay,  thought and dream. Lives inside of me and groaning to hold captive this amazing love redeemed.

Begging me to explore, the heavens with the one my truest heart adores.

How can I keep such divine love to myself?  Every intrinsic fractal of my being is compelled…

To hold you in purity and peace.  To have you always mine to keep.

From now to eternity goes. Oh the pleading of my soul. Just to kiss you on your sweet nose.

08/22/22

Acts chapter 9 tells the story of a man named Saul. Anyone familiar with scripture is aware of the kind of man Saul was. The kind of man people feared was the man traveling down the road to Damascus that day. He, a brilliant but diabolical person who persecuted the church and was even responsible for the death of Stephen. He was schooled in both Jewish and Roman customs. A jewish born pharasee. Unmarried, no children. Saul had one thing in mind. Persecuting those who did not live according to the law.

Saul had no idea what lay in store for him as he walked along the road that day. His ire was kindled against anyone who believed in Jesus. Like we all typically do when our passion unites with our sense of justice, I imagine him walking along the way contemplating what he would do to those who dared to challenge the law of Moses.

As he was stirring up his internal pot of anger. Saul heard a voice. “Saul, why are you persecuting me? “Who are you?, Saul asked. The Lord answered and said,” I am Jesus the one you persecute. As the Lord and Saul were getting aqainted destiny was at work. Saul was struck blind. Then healed and given a new name and purpose at the end of this story. Yet this was Pauls beginning.

The beginning of knowing himself. The self he was created to be. Saul, whose name is now Paul would begin to learn only what you can learn through walking with Christ. And get the answer to questions we all have. Who am I? Why am I here? How do I get to where I am going?

In the world we live in today we are surrounded by immorality and mental diseases that distort finding out who we are in Christ verses gender identity and twisted sexuality. Anything the deceiver can do to keep us from living the life we were created for by deception and confusion, he will do it.

To begin to find yourself, you have to begin to walk with Christ. Its not a relationship with ministry or church that gives us this identity and validation. It is walking with God. Knowing Him in His word and intention. Knowing his heart and his ways. As we walk we discover love. We behold it in all of its sumptuousness. It is a beautiful sight to be constantly blown away by what you see in Him. After almost 40 years of walking with him I am still swept off of my feet by His brilliance. His romance. His love is constantly unfolding and transforming me.

The closer I get to Him the more I see as He sees. It is illumination beyond words.. This illumination creates holiness. To know Him.

Holiness is not in our ability to keep laws and maintain mortal perfection through self disciplined performances, or keeping of rules, antidotes and laws. This knowing of Him sets us free of tireless introspection and the consistant nagging of feeling like we always come up short. I need this knowing of the Lord. I crave this freedom. I can only be compelled to explore Him further. Self discovery is a journey WITHIN Him, not the destination TO Him.

It is only in the light of His presence that I am free, content and at peace. Only in the light of His presence is where who I am in Him comes into focus.

The twisted substitutions the world is offering for self discovery only brings insanity and confusion. I appeal to you to abandon those idols, lies and pretenses. Encounter Christ today. Begin the journey of a lifetime and experience your true identity, and the knowing of yourself revealed through Him. Enjoy your walk. Take the time to laugh, love and live. Never without Him, only in Him. If you come looking for me? You will find me there. Jenny❤️

Some people like thunderstorms. I am not one of them. After my divorce in 2011 I had to live alone for the first time in my life. I had seen first hand what horrific devastation tornadoes and severe weather did to homes and families. I was so afraid during that time in my life that I will admit to losing bladder control and memory during unfolding events. I had no idea I could be that afraid. I live in what is called here in the USA as tornado alley. This knowledge only made my soul cling tighter to fear. I knew the hand fear that had gripped me with was affecting my health in every way possible. I had to find peace. I had to sleep. I had to face death and become unafraid. How would I ever do this?

A epiphany came to me which I believe was the Lord. I was to pray and listen for the Holy Spirit to tell me if I was in danger. If he didn’t tell me I was in danger I was to face my storm knowing that everything was going to be ok.

Do you remember the scripture that says in my father’s house are many mansions… I go and prepare a place for you…. The verse ends with… If it were not so I would tell you.

That scripture.. Those particular words has brought me through many trying times… You are going to be ok, if you weren’t then I would tell you. So in the middle of storms I learned to listen. While the ground was shaking, hail was falling, wind whistling around the house, through down pours. I had to find the still small voice. He has been with me every time. He has never failed.

Looking my advasary in the eye. I stood. I took authority over the storms commanding them to cease. When I didn’t sense the Holy Spirit nudging me to protect myself I got to where I just went to bed. That didn’t mean I was wasn’t scared. I just became unafraid to perish.

I know that it must seem crazy maybe, but I’ve gone through many nights of storms. Whether natural weather storms or spiritual ones, and still its the same decision I have to make each time. Do I trust the Lord or not? For there shall no evil befall you or any plague come nigh your dwelling. Its every souls choice whether they believe or not. We must fight for faith continually and that is ok. It is a good fight. Jenny❤️

The song of sorrow, dark unsilenced. The groans of souls in pain. Whispers voices, in the chaos of suffering anguish brings.

Oh the nights of lonely yearning for just a bit relief. Takes tears to groanings no words just moanings of the spirit in belief.

Take to the alter, let it burn one voice says in the blight. “How can I leave such love to harshness to flames and ashes, heart cries?”

Am I unfaithful servant because I struggle with this fate. How do I reconcile the one I love to the fire of abandons gate.

Let this task be taken from me for I cannot concede, and yet to this bit of submission my heart beats to attain. Still yet I plead.

Please, I beg you dont ask me for my Issac for I cannot do this I wail. Be merciful to my plight and let me keep this Love for myself.

Tears flow down my cheeks like torrents cascading from the mountains. To only flood my bed once more with more suffering surmounted.

So I reduced to withering for now am parched as desert sands. Take me instead I plead, for sacrifice clenched hands.

Take me I plead once more. But do not take from me my beloved, for without him I am poor.

Without hesitation there then I offer myself for sacrifice instead. So he may remain among the living, alive his beautiful soul instead.

With this knowing so come the quiet only embers cracking sounds. Alas my soul is now requited my peace I now have found.

I give you me. Jenny

The things that are true are always true. Time, circumstances, pressures.. These things cannot change what the Lord has made pure. Beautiful Little Treasures we are. Made by the hands of the Father. Potent, pure and providentially fashioned. Not one bit diminished by the world. Forever grafted into the body of Christ. Forever sealed by Holy Spirit of Promise. This simplistic beauty agitates mockerys. Baffles atheists. Intrigues scholars and is written and discussed all over the world in every language. It is the beauty of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. For all who would believe.

Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm and said, “Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge? Job 38:1-2

Once the clay has been given to the Potter in ownership.. How can clay resist the Potter? What power does the clay have except it be given to it?

If then the Potter has been made Lord of our lives and hence forth we are owned and do not possess anything except the Master gives to us.

Why then is the Potter deemed unjust in how he decides to use his gift of the clay? For even though the clay is but dirt still the Potter sees art in it. A vessel perhaps of honor or dishoner we cannot tell? What ever is in the Potters eye will be made manifested through the molding of the clay.

The Potters gift is eternal clay. In His hands forever. Take a deep breath and relax. He has US! Therefore then, we should remember to be humble in heart. For to resist is futile. Much love from here. Jenny

Surrendered to the Father’s hands and the Potters Wheel. Abandoned to the spindle and the Weavers skill. Yielded to the Poet and His romantic themes. Author take your ink and quill and penn your way with me.

And I’ll play for you on the harp with the golden strings. I’ll sing for you a new song that heaven sings. We’ll dance the dance that all lovers do. May your kiss oh My King never cease to amaze me so. You are my peace Mighty God you sustain my soul. Lord let this echo of love be enough.. My Beloved.

Jewel of the Heavens, Heart of the Sea. Master of the Universe etched a masterpiece. Maker of the Vineyard. Vintage rich and deep. My Artist take your pallette of color and brush your will on me.

And I’ll play for you on the harp with the golden strings. I’ll sing for you a new song that heaven sings. We’ll dance the dance that all lovers do. May your kiss oh My King never cease to amaze me so. You are my peace Mighty God you sustain my soul. Lord let this echo of love be enough.. My Beloved.

By Jennifer and Michael Ingram

When I see the moon I see you.
When the sunrises through my window I see you there too. I dream of walking hand in had on a beaten path or maybe sand. How can I not gasp at the magnificence of snow covered mountains and words fail me at the vastness of the sea? Still in all of this I’m left in glorious wonder everytime you look at me. Gentle as a snowflake with the strength of a lion. I’m breathless dreaming of you now your masculine sexuality is overwhelming. As I write a tear slides down my cheek at the meer thought of touching you. My souls yearning, my fairytale dream. You are better than I ever imagined you would be. Every flower, every breeze.. All of nature it’s your face I see. Oh my being aches in profound groanings to make you mine. To kiss each of your precious fingers and forget time. You compel me with your heart. I feel you everyday. I never want this to end, please stay. I would linger at your feet for the chance to hear your voice. Content to be in your shadow, my choice. What a beautiful treasure you are my sweetness. My souls mate. Love of my life. Let me touch your face. Let me share a moonlit night on a roof top with you. Let me slow dance in your arms in the rain. Oh how I love you my Darling. The truest most real love I’ve ever experienced in my life. I would give most anything to be your… Come to me and make the world go away. With whisperings of undying love. What I feel for you is to much to keep in silence the words fail me as I to try to express your beauty through my eyes. My beloved. My hearts desire. I love you. I will ALWAYS love you.

The pressure to give up is growing greater in the earth. I believe Jesus felt the weight of the world on his shoulders in Gethsemane. He cried out for relief struggling with the natural instinct of self preservation and literally dying for a world he only felt on his shoulders. I imagine his heart was broken that the Father wouldn’t spare him this cruelty.. I imagine the emotions.. The pain. We have expectations that some will stand by us and be with us to end, especially in the most critical times of our lives. It’s noteworthy to remember that those who promised they would never deny him, did. The Love of God the Remnant carry as a mantle is very heavy most of the time. It’s full of great sacrifice, humiliation and little reward. To love without being loved in return. To continue to love those who curse us and walk away. To never give up hope that every life is redeemable. I know it’s hard family. I know it’s not just words but real pain we bare. Every mountain we climb, every time we face rejection, every single time we are left alone after giving ourselves to others, we too pray as Jesus did in the garden. We pray for relief. We pray for the cup we must drink from to pass by us. In the end we surrender. In the end we love even harder, give even more and grab tight to the hope that the greater glory will be worth it all. We’ve been abandoned over and over again and yet, we like innocent neive children keep tenderness and love in our hearts. My Loves, the kingdom of God is given to little children! Don’t despise your innocence and nievety. It’s a beautiful butterfly mantle of great grace! You’ll never love to much. Stay close to that heart and mind. I love you guys more than you can imagine. ❤️

It’s difficult to complain tonight. It’s Christmas Eve!… While my heart is filled with gratitude for my family and the fact that we have survived the hardest year of our lives I lay in bed tonight with a fever. Everyone in my house has the flu and bronchitis.
… As I recall the past twelve months I was also reminded of how precious the voice of God is and has been to us, seeing us through some tough times. There was 400 years of silence between the old Testament and the new Testament. Meaning there was no voice of God to man. I can’t imagine such a silence…
Many experience depression and sadness during this time of year for various understandable reasons.
I want to remind you that during those long 400 years of deafening silence, despair, questioning their faith that it was the cry of a baby that broke the 400 years of uncertainty. Made by God.. to US.

Matthew 1:23
“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).
The voice that broke 400 years of silence and seclusion was the cry of a baby… The only begotten son. Jesus.

Whatever despair is clinging to you tonight just know that a coo from this baby changed the world forever. Just as his voice soothes even now. Comforts, even now. December is the day we choose to celebrate this baby. This beautiful Emmanuel.
The one who brings hope to the hopeless and light in the dark.

Merry Christmas sweet family and friends. I pray that you all have a very blessed Christmas.

When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. John 14:3

When troubles come, faith endures.
Hope voices her sight of light ahead assures.
Amid the showers flowers bloom.
Across desert rivers flow, not shyly I dare not presume.
Oceans of time are of no distance, for love is vast beyond existence.
The profanity of using words to express such wonder, leaves much for this daughter to ponder.
For beyond the sea her Lovers soul bids her come.
While enduring the scorching of the day long sun.
To leave me empty in this hell is not His will, His tender voice whispers.. Jenny it is well.
For a short while I travel on even if I feel alone.
I wait, daydream of our meeting, dismissing doubt. Our feet never touching ground.
For together when we will walk in clouds.

Now faith is the SUBSTANCE of things Hoped for, the EVIDENCE of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1

As I begin writing this blog I feel a sense of hesitation. Hesitant because we have been trained that false hope is better than no hope. When in fact there’s either real hope based upon facts or no hope at all.

There is only hope or the absence of hope.

Real hope is certainty, materialization, inevitability, sure thing. When it comes to religion, hope should be as a result of a direct promise of God in any particular situation. A rhema word.

Faith is the materialization of hope. Which is virtuous evidence or substance. It’s very tangible and not a illusion.

The reason I write this blog is because many people are stuck in really bad circumstances and they hold onto what is false hope meaning a emotionally, mentally and spiritually state of mind that imprisons them in a dilusional pattern of consistent failure and disappointment because there can be no materialization of the illusions because they are not legitimate.

I’ve been in relationships where I knew that I didn’t have a direct word from God but yet I desired so much to see the manifestation of my affections that I became stuck in the middle of something that would never be virtuous or be a reality.

Dilusional contentment or false hope can never manifest the virtue of faith.

I don’t want to waste my life stuck in a dilusional state of mind. I want virtuous manifestations of my hope. I want faith. Only then can a living, resurrected Jesus be glorified in my life. Because my life will be full of powerful demonstrations, and evidence of hope. Which is faith.

It’s hard to adjust your heading once you have established in your heart that your will and God’s will are aligned. We all want what we want. We can try to conform and live our lives reflecting very distorted images of what kingdom living should be like, or we can experience transformation, because we allow our minds to be renewed. Renewed by the powerful demonstration of the rhema word of God proving that real hope is present.

I’m not talking about embracing confusion and hopelessness. But rather embracing the knowledge of the truth that will deliver us from dead things that keep us from living our best lives.

We are being called to virtue. When Christ returns will He find us weighed down with dilusional contentment or faith?

This blog is just the beginning of what is a lengthy topic of discussion. I pray that when you read this that you do a honest look at any situation in your life that’s under the influence of delusional contentment. The Bible says, and you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free. That we can prove what is that good, perfect and acceptable will of God.

Much love sweet friends. Jennifer

I seek peace this world can’t offer. I long for love that has it’s scoffers.
I trained my voice to sing a tune. To dance in the rain, make flowers bloom. Alas the night upon a roof beneath the stars I lay bare. My Creator found me there. No judging eyes, surprised? I poured my soul upon Him, shared. He nurtured me with care. My eccentricities led me to the peak, there found by the God of peace. What then more is there to gain, when even in the midst of pain, the God of peace endures and reigns.

– In His Service, Jennifer

Or have you ever had your hand held by your Love while you slept? Have you been kissed and forgot time?

Can you remember the smooth sweet voice of that beautiful someone singing you into the dream world?

Has someone ever walked into a room and captured you completely?

Have you ever been blessed to share a moment fogging up the car windows not in sexual intimacy but in deeper more intimate conversation?

Have you ever stood before something so magnificent that the realization of how small you were compared to what you were beholding brought you to your knees?

Have you ever shared one single moment with someone you only met once for just seconds but it impacted you a lifetime?

Has anyone ever asked you to dance and made you feel like you were the only person in the world?

Have you ever felt tender grass beneath your bare feet, mud between your toes and bathed in the scent of garden honeysuckle?

Ever caught a lightening bug in a mason jar or played in the rain?

Have you loved someone more than yourself?

Held someone while dying?

Watched a baby being born or heard a baby’s coo and laughter?

All of these are the treasures that matter. We should measure success by these moments.

In all the things life has to give it is these things that compel us to live.

I gaze upwards to starry skies; yet another gift.

Melted, I was given this chance to live.

In His service, Jennifer

Torrid tryst? In trouble? Trust! In His faithfulness, we must! Through torrential rains, birthing pains, enivitable change; I tell you, just believe! Amazing promises us to receive. FOCUS, and soon you’ll find, yourself across the finish line.

In His Service, Jennifer

Matthew 4:4
But He answered and said, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.’”

To proceed means to begin or continue. The word of God is still being written because the word is still being spoken.

We can know the scripture by heart and quote it verbatim and have no understanding of it. We can also rehearse it in our hearts over and over again and never know how to apply it or find the power to apply it. We must continue past what is just in ink and seek to know The Voice that is speaking it. Only then is the word of God active in our daily living. The voice of God will never speak contrary to the word of God but rather add only meaning, fulfillment and a knowing that the current season in our lives is not beyond His reach. Going into the word should be like taking the hand of God and walking through a garden. A garden where secrets are told, love is exchanged and unforgettable moments with Him are made.

Yes it is a garden with boundaries. But these boundaries are in place to protect our intimacy with The Voice or The Word.

Walking hand in hand with The Voice throughout the landscape of the written letter of the word of God is adventurous. When we only take of Him in part we get confused. But if we surrender wholly to understand, know and treasure hunt. Then the word of God interprets itself. There’s no confusion because we are walking it out with The Voice that is still speaking. The Holy Ghost. He leads us and guides us into all truth as we allow Him to. The Voice is the most magnificent manifestation of the realness of God. I’m so thankful. May His word forever be exalted above everything else; which was, which is and which is to come.

Revelation 4:1 After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter.

There’s so much more children of God. In His Service, Jennifer

Daddy, I was strongest on your shoulder. So thankful for the goofy looks, the spankings, love, the singing in the car, showing us how to never give up. Showing me what a good man should be like. Unmistakably flawed. Wonderfully forgiven. Always contrite.
I love you so much Daddy. I’m so thankful I told you all of these things while you were with us. I’m learning to ride on the Lords shoulders now. It’s a different experience. Thank you for sharing salvation with me. Thank you for not leaving me comfortless. I love you more than words my HERO.

It’s been a while since I have blogged. I lost my mother in March 2021. It has been so hard to process. I have some thoughts I need to share. I hope it is a blessing to you.

It should be simple to rid ourselves of toxic behaviors, environments, beliefs and relationships. But we develop dependencies on these things bending who we really are around them and conforming to their will. Our whole identity is woven in with these deceptive intruders. So then abandoning these toxic things feels like we are self destructing. Each one only serving to enabling the others to continue to control our lives. We have become slaves to our desires, emotions and logic. We bow the knee to these things even though they abuse us daily. Don’t let it take a lifetime for you to do the hard thing, the freeing thing, the right thing for you. It’s not a immoral place where ” anything goes” but instead a love focused life where ” everything grows”. Love yourself first. Love yourself enough. Love yourself more.

My precious momma lay in her hospital bed suffering hallucinations, stage four kidney failure, and having survived five surgeries in the last 6 weeks giving God thanks.

In a rare moment of clear thinking and the moment she saw my sister in video call she said these words to her.

“Anita there’s angels all around us at all times. They never leave us. They brush the hair out of our eyes and we think it’s the wind. It’s not. It’s our angels. They’re right with us.”

Then she sang her these lyrics in song that she just wrote instantly at random…

“You are the angels of my life.
You are the one that I hold dear.
If I could hold you in my arms.
I’d hold you for a thousand years.”

She saw me and said, keep looking for the Lord, Jennifer. He’s coming for you.

I wept. I smiled. I was awestruck as she just went right back to mumbling as if she hadn’t had a moment of lucidity. Before my eyes was the most amazingly frail woman with the most beautiful grace I had ever seen.

We question our Maker in the middle of our stories, when life is weighing us down we ponder, How could this suffering could bring Him glory? What I was beholding was the totality of a life surrendered. I’ve never been more honored and humbled that at that moment on that video call with my sweet Momma. She said to me before my sister in law ended the call that she wanted to fulfill the Lord’s purpose for her. She wasn’t hopeless, angry or weary. She wanted His will, she communicated it clearly. I pray you see the Lord revealed in these private family moments. I pray your trust in the Lord remains secure through all your have to endure. His words are like candy, Jennifer

Does the quiet sooth you?
Does the moon make you want to touch it?

The mesmerizing affect of a shadows silhouette.
The wooing of the moon.
The seduction silence offers.
The mystery of the dark.
He is a soft burning ember.
The longing of my soul.
The aching of my heart.

Have you ever longed for something or someone?
It’s like a slow dance on the ocean, at sunset.
Can you escape the moon?
Can you touch your shadow?
Can you make the ocean disappear?
Love, is a painful, yet an unending, beàutiful longing.
She is forever with him. He is forever with her.
An unbreakable three-fold cord.
The Lady, her Lover and Lord.

The skies grew dark with sulfuric breathing as bolts of lightening lunged. The earth quaked with demonic anticipation at the death of God’s only begotten son. Caged by all of my sin, bound with fetters, paralyzed with fear. A salty test escaped my eye as flashed before me all the years.
I fixed my gaze upon the cross at the shaming of this man. I could not be redeemed without the blood of a lamb. Just as the rain began to fall, tears began to flow. I lifted my head toward the sky so the soldiers wouldn’t know. Then in a moment of final anguish he cried, it is finished. But even then the lamb of God wasn’t not one bit diminished. The thunder rolled, the ground shook, the veil was torn, as heaven stood. In that moment, absent of strength, to the blood soaked ground, I fell upon my knees.
I wailed in anguish, Lord forgive me! And then the greatest epiphany.
Before me was truly the Son of God, and today.. He Bled me Free!

Hello my Lovelies,

I was praying earlier today and Holy Spirit remind me of Judges chapter 7. As I read through it and refreshed my memory of this wonderful story of Gideon and God’s victory, I marveled how the Lord used something completely ridiculous to accomplish the miraculous.

In Judges chapter 7 we learn that Gideon was camped outside roundabout the Midianites with the host of Israel. Gideon came well equipped for battle. He had 32,000 men ready for war. Although Gideon seem to have everything covered the Lord said, “This is too many.” “If I let you go into battle with this many men, then Israel will take the credit for the victory, and will not give me glory.” The Lord told Gideon to let the men go home who were afraid. An amazing 22,000 of them left. There was remaining 10,000 soldiers ready for battle. The Lord spoke to Gideon and said, That’s still too many.” “Take them down to the river and whoever gets down on their knees and drinks the water up like a dog send them home.” All but 300 remained out of 10,000 men. Then, the Lord spoke yet again to Gideon and told him to go listen to the conversation outside of the Midian camp.

Gideon got to the camp in time to hear a Midianite telling of a dream that he had of a roll (a biscuit) coming down to through amidst the midianite camp and destroying it. The midianites reasoned amongst themselves and realized that God was going to give Israel victory in the battle.

Gideon fell down and worshiped God. He went back to the 300 men and gave him trumpets, torches and glass jars. And told Israel, the Lord had delivered the Midianites into our hands. Ha! Here we see this tiny fractal of Israel, comparable to this small little fraction of bread (revealed in the dream), standing on a hill outside of the Midian camp, sounding their trumpets, lighting their torches and breaking their jars. The thousands upon thousands of Midianites scattered and in fear running for their lives. The Lord delivered victory into the hands of Gideon and Israel!

I can’t help but laugh out loud at the marvelous things God does with the little bit that we feel is impossible to work with. Situations and circumstances become so big in our lives at times that we can either feel intimidated by our enemies, or overly confident because we assume we know how victory will come.

It’s hard to distinguish how and what the Lord has in mind. One would think that victory would need an army of thousands to overcome the midianites. That does seem rational after all. And also according to popular Christian teachings the more blessed you are the more victory you have. ( I personally question that teaching) When, in actuality this scripture proves that the Lord is not into sharing his glory. We are facing great battles and huge circumstances in the world today. The awareness that change is upon us and revolution is here is inevitable. We sense it in our spirit. The Bible tells us what’s coming next. Every victory ahead of us will be won by the Lord. God is not going to do things our way, he’s going to accomplish the miraculous with the ridiculous. He’s going to conquer our enemies with a biscuit!

Remember, as we go forward. Little is much when God is in it, labor not for wealth and fame. There’s a crown and you can win it. If you’ll go in Jesus name. We do not fight against flesh and blood. Our battle is with principalities and powers of darkness. We fight against spiritual wickedness in high places. There is no throne higher or kingdom greater than the kingdom of our God. The Lord has his people in his hands.

He can be trusted. His Words Are Like Candy, Jennifer

Your thirst has brought you to Jacob’s well, fetching water from a pail. Crisp, clean, cool refreshing water. Healing, delivering, satisfying… Living water.

Come to the well at the morning light, and tap into the reservoir that never runs dry.

Draw from the deep, quench thirst. Drink from the fountain, your spirit immerse.

Your willingness to go to the well reveals your heart to the Prophet. Your date with destiny has arrived, nothing can stop it.

What an unexpected place this is here on the desert sands, to be found of the Jewish Messiah in all unlikeliest of circumstance.

Hope that was crushed under the heels of a desperately broken woman, revives, a woman who now sighs…”at last!” Is invigorated by the irrelevance of her checkered past.

But oh, He awaits you, this most valuable treasure you will find. He then offers her water, living water, redemption and everlasting life.

His Words are Like Candy, Jennifer

I remember a particular day when my house was filled with my young nieces and nephews ( this was a typical day, lol. ) The sounds of the girls bossing the boys around, the boys being completely resistant to their incessant prodding, led to some tumultuous days. As I recall these days, I now treasure them and they bring smiles instead of the familiar feeling that I was going to lose my mind. ( Approx 6-9 children each day ). I treasure each moment I spent with each of my babies. But there were days I seriously thought they would send me to heaven before my time or to prison for murder ☺️. This particular day a poem was born. A simple, somewhat quirky, happy but serious plea for quiet. I hope the poem and this memory draws a smile on your beautiful faces. Keep in mind, my Lovelies that the things we are facing right now that seem to be getting the better of us will also be the days we cherish later. Trust the Lord, trust the process. Here’s to quiet, Beautiful Ones.

Desperately, I long for quiet. In a land far away from the noise of riot. Far from chaos I’m blissfully unaware. In palaces were wisdom covers me with care. Suppose there’s rest to seek, to find? Ahh, there’s rest for The Trusting and Peace of Mind.

His Words are Like Candy, Jennifer

How do we keep from burning out? Proverbs 31 describes a virtuous woman. One who is busy with home, children, business, finiances, humanity and the Lord. It seems we have an awful lot of weight to carry. And the weight does get heavy if we try to bear the burden on our shoulders, literally. Sometimes the Lord asks us to do things that are impossible so that we would come to the knowledge and understanding that we cannot do it, we need Him. We do not bear the burden of the Light Himself. He is the Father of Lights. James 1:17

Hence, We don’t carry the burden of the light. We just reflect it.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:29

One of the hardest things to do in the Christian walk is to stop trying to save ourselves. It is only when we surrender everything to the Lord that He is able to save to the uttermost all that we have earnestly submitted to Him. We fumble feebly, trying to be saviors. Our task is to walk in His light. Reflecting Him is easy. He is LOVE.

I’m forever thankful for the cross. Without Him my soul would be lost.

His Words Are Like Candy, Jennifer

In silence sits the Sackcloth Weaver, midst shadows, in some lonely room.

In turmoil with his concentration, the contradiction with that of which he looms.

Who is He that gave him such purpose? Whose threads are they that he does bear?

“Tis but just Sackcloth?” His heart does question. What need would have me take such care?

Few things are rarely more costly than pearls. Or what be more delicate than lace or fringe?

“It is thee”, said He to the Sackcloth Weaver, ” Your life and will, yielded and bequeathed. ” Woven humbly in the weavers beam.

His Words Are Like Candy. Jennifer

 Isaiah 60:1-3 NIV. “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the LORD rises upon you and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.

ANYONE rational would think that nothing beautiful could ever come from something so dismal dark and dreadful. Darkness is covering the Earth, uncertainty is multiplying, fear is super abundant and yet Isaiah 60:1-3 says, in the midst of gross darkness the glory of the Lord would rise upon His children. It is amazing how that the most beautiful things come out of the darkest of places. The most profound treasures come from obscurity. The most amazing people come from small towns and semi-lit rooms, where they seem to be forgotten. It would be a tragedy to overlook such significant glory because of this present darkness. We tend to dismiss the tender voice of hope because of past disappointments. But let me ask you, “What can Holy Spirit say to us except words that will bring us hope?” I believe by dismissing hope (because of depression or fear), we dismiss the voice of God. He is trying to speak to us to show us that He is close to us by dropping showers of hope, moments that make us smile that cause us to dream of better days ahead. I know most of the time His voice doesn’t come in the noise of abundant rain but it is like a quiet mist, a slight shower, a gentle whisper. Dear, sweet friends don’t dismiss the quiet melody of hope. Arise and shine loved ones, let His glory come upon you, be the one who dances in the rain. Such brings amazing Glory to God. Hope is the watchmen traveling before us and bringing back report of what is just ahead. We are being challenged to hope! Rise and shine Beauties!

His Words Are Like Candy, Jennifer

I wonder dreamly of hence, what fanciful treasures must see? And think a thought of countless measure, wistful, what the next line will be? To draft with quill upon some unsuspecting parchment, a tale not of whimsy but of Truth. To penn some wisdom fitly written, purposed just for you. I dare not trifle with superficial words but publish those with meaning and life. To restore you by speaking into your spirit the tender mercies of Jesus Christ.

This was the first poem I ever wrote. I was driving down the road completely uninspired and thinking about my life and pondering just how much God was really involved. I was trying to find Him everywhere. I was going through a season of confusion and complete turmoil in my life. I experienced a divorce after 16 years of marriage and was struggling to find meaning. The first line came to me as easy as breathing. I had to pull over on the side of the road. I remember, all I had to write on was a napkin leftover from a fast food restaurant that I had just visited. As I sat on the side of the road I wrote this poem in less than 2 minutes, no editing. I knew then that the Lord was speaking to me. That these were His words not my own. At that moment, I realized that no matter where I was at physically in my life and emotionally in my mind and spirit that the Holy Spirit was with me. The Lord was guiding my hand at that moment just as he was guiding my life. It was amazing how hope, inspiration and beauty all came in a very delicate, unexpected suddenly. I’m so thankful for the beginning that I found in what seemed like the end.

Jeremiah 29:11 paraphrased

I know and have plans for you says the Lord. My plans are to give you hope and a future, to prosper you. To give you your expectation in the end.

His Words Are Like Candy, Jennifer

The Lord is faithful! He watches over His word to perform it! No weapon formed against us can prosper! The Lord knows the way of the righteous. He is our past, present and future. There is no power, dominion, nation or kingdom greater than His. No name greater than the name of Jesus Christ. His word we have hid in our hearts that we might not sin against Him. His throne is forever, His mercy infinite, His might limitless. He is our God. We are His body, church, bride! Nothing can separate us from this infallible, incorruptible truth!
Our God is AMAZING! We are fiercely Loved.

Daughter of the One True King, Jennifer

Seize life, the rich and abundant life of God.
Redeem the time, taking nothing for granted even rhyme.
Cherish your dreams following the flavor of your favor.
Exalt the Word of God as the final authority in your life – not words of strife
Despise not the small things, for it’s the tiniest amount of faith that can move mountains –
unleashing fountains.

Let hope shine when all other lights have failed.
Never let your circumstances be your captain or let your hope derail.
Love, Laugh, Learn. Selflessly helping others realize their dreams.
Your personality is a unique and will take you before kings.
Be brave and wise.
Know that in every situation you are fully furnished lacking nothing in Christ.

Love even when your not loved.
Forgive and be patient without doubting scurry.
And if you ever reach a point when you feel like you can’t don’t worry.

You are his planting. He began the good work in you and He will see fully accomplished.
As He has promised.

It is a privilege to bear the Gospel of Jesus Christ;
Remain true to the message and you will change lives.
Chosen Sons and Daughters in the service of His Honor face your future with courage unleashing.
And know this…You can do it just keep pressing through believing.
In every dry place you encounter God will sustain you.
In times when you question yourself, your ability or call.
You can rest assured He is not doubting you at all.

Jennifer D. Sanges

Daughter of the One True King

You are remarkable, useful, intelligent, kind, important, beautiful, valuable, loveable, treasured! You have a hope and a future! Jer. 29:11

That’s the TRUTH! All other voices are lies!

I’ve always been able to put into words my thoughts and feelings. I’m descriptive and unapologetic in my writing and public speaking.

I remember being on a stage in front of few hundred people around the age of 13, singing and preaching like it was nobody’s business. Afterwards, a young woman around 18 years old walked up to me and told me I was fake. As a child, it hurt me immediately, but then on the ride home Holy Spirit asked me to decide then if I was going to allow hate, meanness, cruelty, opinions, or opposition to stop me.

Honestly, the question in my spirit was truly that sobering and real. Still it is so vivid in my memory. I decided to push forward.

Developing a tough skin is ongoing and I am a work in progress. That said, I don’t regret one thing I’ve ever done or said for the Lord. People didn’t qualify me and people cannot disqualify me! I won’t allow it.

Yes, I struggle with my own thoughts and insecurities sometimes, but through it, I must say that I remain tenacious. At the end of the day, I am thankful for that mean girl who let the devil use her. From that night on I picked up my sword and never looked back!

If your looking for popularity you won’t find it representing the truth or morality. If you are looking to be a reflection of grace, then God will be glorified in that He uses such ordinary people to do extraordinary things. Most of the beautiful demonstrations of Christ in me have been done in obscurity. This is not popular opinion, it is the truth!

Jesus said, “If any man wants to come with me, let him deny himself, pick up his cross and follow me.” (Matthew 16:24-26

Here I go… following.

Lovingly,

Jennifer

Daughter of the One True King

“Daughter of the One True King”.

Isn’t that a fabulous concept. And it is true! I’m a sappy, in love woman whose heart beats for my Lover, my Lord – Jesus!

Hi folks. Today I want to encourage you to remember that the Lord is faithful! He watches over His word to perform it! No weapon formed against us can prosper! The Lord knows the way of the righteous. He is the past, present and future. There is no power, dominion, nation or kingdom greater than His. No name greater than the name of Jesus Christ. His word we have his in our hearts that we might not sin against Him. His throne is forever, His love infinite, His might limitless. He is our God. We are His body, church, bride! Nothing can separate us from this infallible incorruptible truth! Our God is AMAZING!

If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.” 2 Tim. 2:13

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