They Call Me Pretty Lady

Third person.

Ksena talks in third person a lot now.

She is able to piece parts of conversations together. A few days ago, hubs was telling me about chicken that died. Ksena knows the friend and the said chicken. After we finished talking, she stopped playing and asked ‘what is died?’. Let’s just say I had not seen that coming. I’ll write how that conversation went in another post.

A week ago, we went out and we took a selfie. When I showed her the picture, she said ” mummy and pretty lady”. I smiled 😉 we’ve called her pretty lady since she was several weeks old. It’s a name that has stuck through the different seasons.

She knows her name is Ksena. But when she looked at the picture she saw Pretty lady.

We do have other names that complement more than her physical attributes :). This is one of the reminders that she is always listening, internalizing what we say. The way we raise her shapes how she sees herself and the world around her.

She knows that she is royalty, a daughter of the King of Kings.

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Oh that we will always remind her who she is and the greatness that is within her.

When I looked at the picture, I saw a mother and her daughter. A woman in between two worlds.

I pray that I will always see myself as God sees me. That every time I look at my reflection or image I will hear His truth echo in my heart. Daughter of the most High. Precious. His beloved…I could go on and on.

When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you call yourself what God calls you or do the labels you have gotten over the years take the day?

For those with children, what do you call them over and above their names?

This week put a picture of yourself somewhere you can see it often, every time you see it, call yourself what God calls you. Then watch this truth transform your heart; the way that you think.

Blessings.

Have a lovely week.

Bibi2be

Echoes, Colors and Freedom

It’s quite fascinating to watch toddlers grow. Their curiosity and eagerness to learn is beautiful to watch. They question and seek to understand the grande and mundane. Everything is fascinating, the grandeur of an old tree and the way crabs walk in the sand. I am enjoying this stage of questions, because it also forces me to think about why I believe what I believe about certain things. As I teach and answer, I try not to pass on any biases I may have picked up along the way, as they are not the truth.

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Miss K’s fascination for the last couple of months has been echoes. She can now recognize acoustics, and every time we enter a room or stairwell that reflects sound, she shouts “ECHO!” and waits to hear “echo echo echo” fade in the background. It’s a cheap thrill, the look of glee tells you that happiness is an inside job.

I’ve had a series of difficult days of the past couple of weeks, where I’ve felt like I was drowning or in an empty room. In the height of those days, I’d find her shouting ‘ECHO!’ in my bathroom and wonder why? Why echoes make her so happy. The truth is that echoes didn’t fascinate me as much as they do Ksena until the day I had a little revelation.

In audio signal processing and acoustics, echo is a reflection of sound that arrives at the listener with a delay after the direct sound. The delay is proportional to the distance of the reflecting surface from the source and the listener. Typical examples are the echo produced by the bottom of a well, by a building, or by the walls of an enclosed room and an empty room. A true echo is a single reflection of the sound source. This is the definition from  Wikipedia.

The distance to the source matters. Even in the dark and empty spaces, it is important for God to remain my source. It’s crucial that I remain close to Him, so that His word and truth may echo in my heart and mind.

From that day, I begun to pray that as I draw close to God, His truth and love will echo in every empty place I find myself in. That it will bounce off every wall of my being.

I have seen God bring color into the room, He has brought color into my life, wiped away the dullness and darkness. As His truth has reflected off surfaces, it has made a home in my heart. This song has blessed me in this season.

If you are in a dark space or you feel like you are drowning in a well, I pray that the Lord’s truth and promises will echo endlessly until your heart, mind and your whole being believes Him. I pray that God will walk into the room and bring new color into your life and wipe away the dullness.

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May His truth set you free. Free to rise up above everything that has held you down and free to be all that He created you to be.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

Mama, God is Here!

A few days ago, during my prayer time, I asked the Lord that I would feel His presence in a tangible way.

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A bit before this, I had told him that I was discouraged and didn’t feel like praying. Ever so promptly, I heard the Holy Spirit gently but firmly ask me what implication my discouragement had on the kingdom of darkness. Then, it hit me, that I would not get a free pass because I was sad. The devil doesn’t care, in fact he rejoices that the discouragement will deter me from communicating effectively with my Father. But, not this time devil. Not anytime for that matter.

I swiftly got over myself and prayed.

Later that day, Ksena walked up to me and said, “Mama, God is here!” I asked her to repeat what she had just said, and she said, “Mama, God is here!”

I am here

I was so humbled. At that time it is exactly what I needed to hear. Exactly what I needed to be reminded, that in the midst of the grey skies, He was right there. Not intimidated by the temporary sadness.

I took it and run. I believed every word. I didn’t judge the channel that He chose to use. I’ve realized that many times I doubt the truth but readily believe the lies that situations in life present to me.

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For a long time it was easier to believe ‘I can’t make it because of a difficult season’ compared to ‘I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.’

Now, when I’m sad or scared, I remind my soul and body the old age truth, God is here. I am not afraid.

Is the devil successfully deterring you from communicating effectively with God?

Are you willing to hear His truth?

I pray that you will experience the Lord in a new way. May the temporary sadness not cause you to stop talking to Him. He longs to love on you, refresh you and be with you.

Blessings,

Bibi2be