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From Our Daddy’s Heart To Yours
My Beloved Daughter,
Oh, how I love you!For too long, the world has infiltrated your mind with their standard of beauty.Their standards are always changing but My standards never change.Measure yourself to me, my daughter, not the world. I bestowed you with a kind of beauty that the world can never achieve.
My grace is sufficient for you and I adorned you with the grace to live out My full plan and potential for your life. Stop being afraid! I beseech you to stop being afraid of your past and of what people might say or think.My dear daughter stop being afraid of failure!In Me there is no failure, only victory.
I created you to love! I created you to teach, train, build and conquer. I created you to live and not die.I created you to prosper and have the very best in life. I did not create you to settle for anything less than My best.I created you to have more than enough and not to be content with lack or just enough. I created you to thrive! I created you for sanctification and holiness, to be set apart.My sweet child, I created you in My image.
I have imparted a sense of style and elegance in you resembling that of a queen. I have graced your speech with words of class laced with honey.There is exhortation in your mouth! There is encouragement in your mouth. There is life in your mouth! Speak life to yourself! Speak My word over your life. SPEAK My word.Speak MY word. Speak My WORD!
It’s been a
little while since I’ve put pen to paper. Over the years, I’ve written mostly
about my journey to healing and my victory over relationship failures. Today is
no different. Six years ago, unbeknownst to me, God started me on a journey
that has absolutely changed my life. “Tam, this is Chris. Chris, this is Tam.”As we’re standing there being introduced by
his sister-in-law, who was also the newly married bride, my mind had already
shut down the possibility of anything ever happening with this gentleman. I had
been through decades of hurt and my guard was on high alert. We exchanged
pleasantries and I returned to my seat with the expectation that I would not
see this man again. After all, I was only asked to meet him. As the
wedding reception progressed, I was elated at the fact that I would soon make
my exit without so much as exchanging phone numbers. I gathered my children and
prepared to leave. I looked up and saw Chris coming across the room headed
straight for our table…
A few months ago, I had the pleasure of attending my son's high school football game. No, he wasn't a player on the field but he's a player in the bleachers. He's a member of his school's marching band, living his dream! I was overjoyed to watch him do what he enjoys doing. As I sat in the bleachers, my eyes began to scan the crowd. As my natural eyes uploaded information, my spiritual eyes began to process what I was seeing. What I "saw" caused me to weep on the inside. I was instantly reminded of my former struggle with identity and self-esteem as a high school, teenage girl. I wanted so desperately to grab every girl I saw and hug her. But since they don't know me like that and I didn't want to up being a social media post for being a crazy woman, I decided to put my pen to paper and tell them what I wish someone had told me as a teenager: I AM MORE. This is my letter to them:
My sweet, lovely young lady you are beautiful! I know you…
Chocolate.Tall. Burly. Kind. Attentive. Needy. Obsessive. Seductive. I met “Big Sunset” in the spring of 2007 on a social networking website.His profile picture was taken against a beautiful backdrop of a gorgeous sunset.I was immediately drawn to his physical appearance because he was “my type”, hence the nickname Big Sunset.I convinced myself that there was no harm in an innocent friendship. I wasn’t dating anyone so I felt free to engage in the process of getting to know him.We started out by sending messages via e-mail and Instant Messaging, eventually moving to telephone conversations.During our very first conversation, the Holy Spirit said to me “cut him off”.Instead, I conferred with my flesh and said “there’s no harm in having a friend.”Right? I ignored the instruction and kept talking to him. Each time I talked to him, it got harder and harder to cut him loose. I was being wooed by his words.He kept telling me how nice and kind I was.He kept saying he could just hang on my ever…