My daughter come, you are Mine. I’m so very proud of you.
Oh Dad, I can’t help smiling, just like I can’t help falling in love with you over and over again.. I love being your daughter and having one-on-one time together with you every day.
My faithful one, all is complete. You have run a hard race (you have fought the good fight), and now it’s time to rest. You have won!!
My Dad, I believe when you say that, I still have one more recording to do for sure. After that I’m willing to keep going but I’ll wait to see how you lead.
All is well with you My daughter.
Father, I know what I need to talk about. And what I need to talk about is alive in me, in my heart. It’s grown into a passion, and I can hardly believe that you’ve chosen me to walk with you in this exact journey. I’m in awe. I love learning from you and from those you’ve put before me. I never thought I’d be brave enough to dance with you passionately, like there’s no-one watching. I know there is and I’m so glad. I want others to watch because it’s kept me accountable, vulnerable, humble, and known. I love being led in this way -I think I’m the luckiest girl in the world!! I don’t wish to be anyone else, but exactly me, the person you’ve created me to be. Thank-you for loving me enough to change me. I am forever changed, forever woken up, and will forever love and be loved. I love you, my Dad.
I love you My darling. (Here I sensed that He blessed me with a kiss, a blessing from my Father God.)
Reflection:
Wow what a beautiful and filling day it’s been!!! Last weekend I went to a wedding and had the opportunity to open a non-alcoholic Champagne, and because I had dreamt about doing this a few weeks before, I knew to leave my thumb on the cork like I did in my dream, or else it would go flying!! Last night right before I awoke I heard in my heart, “punk-head 3.” This is another one where I don’t know what it means, but I know that I’ll continue to be led by the Lord in it. My dad used to call us punks; it was one of his ways of teasing us:) We used to live on a 20 acre lot in the country and needed to cut down dry trees for the wood burning stove for heat in the winter (Spiritually speaking though, a dry tree is not what I want to be like because it represents pride.). I love the smell and the warmth…so comforting.. Fond memories were made and are still being made:) Thank-you Jesus ❤️🔥