Dear Daughter of the Most High.
You probably cringed at the title. If you did, know that you deserve more.
You were identifying as the girl who was picking up the pieces. God breathed life into you and speaks life into you. I see you walking away from those left overs, dead ends, dead dreams dead souls.
I see dry bones coming to life.
To the girl who is no longer picking up the pieces, I see you receiving the Crown of Glory not made by human hands.
Your identity changed when you were born again. Don't cringe at that.
I see you dusted off, ready to go... new you, new yes, new life. You will walk in the unknown, because by now you know who is closer than the very air they tried to take away.
Is a girl who fell deeply in love with Jesus,