Author: Jennifer D. Ingram -Sanges

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.

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 the blessing of quiet.

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.

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

King James Version