There is something beautiful, calming, and peaceful when I’m sleeping and singing in my sleep. I know that I’m sleeping, but I can also hear myself singing. As I awake, I continue to sing, and a feeling of the love, joy, and peace of the Lord washes over me. This morning, I woke up singing the song “We Love Your Name” by Jaye Thomas: “No other god can be called a Father, no other god can be called a Friend, no other god can be called a Redeemer, no other god’s coming back again.” You see, there are moments in life when the weight of existence feels too heavy to bear, and the longing for something greater becomes the melody of the soul. It is in these sacred moments of vulnerability that the Lord my God begins to sing over us with songs of deliverance. These songs penetrate the darkest corners of our hearts and illuminate the beauty of who we were created to be.
As I reflect on this divine process, I am reminded of Zephaniah 3:17: “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His love, He will no longer rebuke you but will rejoice over you with singing.” These words are no longer distant scripture to me; they have become the anthem of my life. While I slept, unaware and burdened by the need to fit in, the Lord sang over me. His melodies wove themselves into the fabric of my being, awakening a desire far deeper than the urge to please others, a longing to truly know who I am.
I began to see how much of my life I had spent robbing the Lord of His purpose by trying to conform to spaces where I was never meant to belong. I had been reflecting the character and expectations of those who had no hand in my creation, and no chorus in the song of my deliverance, and in doing so, I had dimmed the light of His image within me. But my Lord, in His infinite mercy, did not leave me there. He began to fulfill His promise of doing a new thing in my life. He began to reshape me, carefully and lovingly, into the person He had always intended for me to be.
The process was not without pain. It was as though the Lord took a mirror and held it before me, exposing the parts of myself that didn’t align with His character. I discovered traits and habits that I had clung to, not realizing how much they distanced me from His presence. Yet, even in those moments of discomfort, there was a sweetness, a reassurance that this painful unearthing was part of a beautiful transformation. In the wilderness of discomfort, I worshipped Him still. “Sing, sing, oh barren land, water is coming to the thirsty…”
As the layers of falsehood were stripped away, I began to see the Lord as I once did, as my best Friend. He became everything to me again, my anchor, my guide, my joy. There was a newfound humility in my spirit, even in the presence of those who had once dismissed or misunderstood me. But I no longer sought their approval, for I understood that this journey was not about them; it was about the reflection of Christ being perfected in me.
Daily, I cried out to the Lord with a simple yet profound plea: “Make me look more like You.” And my Lord, my God, my Kind Jesus, in His faithfulness, answered me. He confirmed His promises through people I would never have expected, messengers sent from across oceans and miles, carrying words that resonated deeply with what He had already whispered to my heart. It was as though every confirmation was a note in the symphony of His grace, reminding me that I was held, seen, and deeply loved.
And then came the outpouring, something fresh and new. His love, lavish and unrestrained, flooded my soul. This love was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It healed the wounds of rejection, mended the fractures of a heart broken too many times, and filled the voids I had carried for so long. It was the love of the Father, the love of my Lord Jesus, wrapping itself around me in a way that words fail to describe.
Daughters of Fire, through it all, I have learned that deliverance is not a single moment but a journey, a continual process of surrender, healing, and transformation. It is the daily act of laying down our misconceptions and allowing the Lord to reveal His truth. It is the willingness to let go of the identities we have crafted for ourselves and embrace the one He has lovingly designed.
To anyone who feels lost or burdened by the weight of expectations, know this: the Lord is singing over you. His song is one of deliverance, of love, of purpose. Let Him carry you through the process, even when it feels difficult. Let Him reshape you, refine you, and remind you of who you truly are. For in His hands, you will find the reflection you were always meant to carry, the reflection of His glory and grace.
Daughters of Fire, you are beloved, you are chosen, and you are His. Let the song of deliverance lead you home. I love you, but Jesus loves you best!
Daughter Of Fire 