Full Bloom

Healing Rain (Original)” by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art

Prophetic Word – “Full Bloom”

I see your struggle, my dear child, and I know your pain. I see your tears, and they break My heart.  I watch you try to figure out what is happening in your walk with Me. You feel your prayers are not heard around My throne when I have all your blessings lined up and ready to send. You feel as though I AM a million miles away.  

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Invitation to Dance

Dance with Me” by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art

Beloved, I miss you!  Life has consumed you to the point where we have very little time together.  I know you have not done this deliberately. Sometimes life just happens, and you lose focus.  This is not chastisement, beloved; this is a gentle reminder to refocus and reprioritize so our relationship can deepen in intimacy.  I’ll say it again—I. Miss. You.  Continue reading “Invitation to Dance”

Trust Me (A Letter from the Father)

Father’s Song” by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art

My Beloved,

I know you do not understand what is happening right now or why.  It leaves you feeling unsettled. You may even feel as though you have failed. Please know nothing is further from the truth. You have not failed. In fact, you have surpassed My expectations for the duration of this long season.  Continue reading “Trust Me (A Letter from the Father)”

Sit with Me

“Come Away” by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art

Put down the phone, the TV remote, and put the games way. Block out the distractions, and sit with Me. Just sit with Me and hear all I have to say to you. I want to tell you how much I love you, and I want to tell you all about the plans I have for you. However, you are always so busy, and sometimes you are busy doing nothing. Continue reading “Sit with Me”

Don’t Strive, Just Come: A Love Letter From Abba

“Come to the River” by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art

My beloved,

I’m writing you this love letter because it’s important for you to understand My heart. I created you in the secret place. I knit you together. I numbered every hair on your head. I mapped out the journey which would become your life. I know where you’re headed and how long it’s going to take you to get there. I know every detour you will take; some will be Mine and some will be yours. I know every word you will speak and the context of those words. I know every intention, inclination, and temptation you face in your life…every…single…day. Continue reading “Don’t Strive, Just Come: A Love Letter From Abba”

Peace Be Still

“Place of Rest” by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art
A thousand failures bombard my mind one after another. Every failure. Every sin.  Every disappointment. Every rejection. They sound like a raging ocean, a tumult of waves crashing in my mind, one after another, and I feel as though I am drowning. There is so much noise. I can’t find any peace. I wonder how long this is going to last because I just don’t think I can take anymore. I sink to my knees in despair, and then You are there standing in front of me.

He stoops down in front me, “I do not see you as a mistake or a failure. I see you as someone who strives every day to be better than you were the day before. But I need you to understand something—that doesn’t mean you are not good enough right now. I don’t love you any less right now. In fact, I don’t think I could love you more than I already do. Trust Me to love you exactly the way you are at this very moment. When I said I wanted all of you, I meant all of you, mess included.”

Abba speaks gently to me, “Who is it that calms the storms and the seas? Who is it that stops the earth from quaking? Is it not I? Who is it that set the stars in the sky? Was it not I who named every single one? Who told the mountains to rise from the earth?  Who is it that told the rivers to divide the lands? Is it not I? Who is it that created man, and woman, and all other life? Is it not I? All of creation was brought into existence at the work of My hands, and this includes you, little one.”

Abba stands up and extends His hand to me, “Reach out and take My hand. Allow Me to mend your heart. Allow me to calm the storms raging in your mind. Allow Me to be your Light in dark places. Allow Me to restore your true reflection.  All I have to say is, ‘Peace! Be still.’ Trust that I am your peace, your shalom. Trust Me to lead you in the way you should go. Trust Me to help you stand. Trust Me to love you. Trust Me, little one. Trust Me.”

I AM on the Throne

Do not let your hearts be troubled. Rest in the knowledge that I AM on the throne. I AM in control, and I see all. I understand what you see and hear can bring much anxiety, but pay no attention to those who incite fear, hysteria, greed and anarchy. Press into me. Allow My shalom to consume you. Allow My presence to bring you to a place of comfort. I gave you my Holy Spirit to comfort you, to lead you, and to teach you. Allow Him to do what I sent Him to do. Rest in Me. Trust Me.

Removing the Root of Shame

Unbroken Identity by Meghan Williams of Dyed4you Art

Webster’s defines “shame” as a “feeling of guilt, regret, or sadness that you have because you know you have done something wrong.” It is also “the ability to feel guilt, regret, or embarrassment, dishonor or disgrace.” Shame can become so familiar, almost like an old friend. You know that old friend who your mom told you wasn’t a good influence but you didn’t listen. You look at that old friend and memories of a different time and a different you start to surface. It’s the “before Christ” you, and it isn’t pretty. All of the sudden you are haunted by the shame of your past and it’s crippling. At some point, we have all wrestled with shame. Even the most mature believer can fall prey to shame. I know because it recently happened to me. Continue reading “Removing the Root of Shame”

Complete Surrender

I am startled out of a deep slumber by the sound of banging. At first I am afraid but then curiosity gets the best of me. I get out of bed and notice the whole house is so lifeless, old and dark. The only light is from the moon as it shines through the windows. There is little light to guide me as I make my way toward the sound that awoke me. I can see well enough to make out an open door at the end of the hall. As I approach the door I realize that’s where the banging is coming from. The room is completely empty. As I enter the room I can see a figure banging on the wall with bare hands like they are trying to break through. Continue reading “Complete Surrender”