@XEthanai He inspires many, keep reaching keep shining keep building keep solving keep achieving keep believing...his heart is good & Jesus loves him...
Abba,
`"Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert."`
`"But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."`
The wind isnโt destroying her โ it carried her.
`"And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband."`
`"I will greatly rejoice in the Lord; my soul shall exalt in my God, for He has clothed me with the garments of salvation; He has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks Himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels."`
`"Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him."`
`"To grant to those who mourn in Zion โ to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit"`
Beauty for ashes. Crown for crying.
Gates for wilderness ๐
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"WHEN HEAVEN WEIGHED THE FIRE"
They put her pain on the scales,
Counted it in money and smoke.
One side burning.
The other side empty.
The world called that "justice".
But in the dark, a mother cried.
Not loud.
Deep.
Years of tears.
Years of "why me".
Fire all around her knees.
And Heaven heard.
The King opened the Book.
Light tore through the clouds.
Not with anger first
With seeing.
"I see you," He said.
"Iโve counted every tear."
Then He stepped down.
Footsteps of gold burning the ground,
Walking straight through the fire to find her.
Justice doesnโt shout from far.
Justice kneels close.
The gates of the Kingdom swung wide.
Not for revenge.
For restoration.
Beauty for ashes.
Youth for mourning.
Wisdom for the war she survived.
And when it was over,
Heaven didnโt send more fire.
He sent a Dove.
White wings over the city.
Scales in one hand โ now balanced.
Sword in the other โ now for protection.
Blindfold off โ because God misses nothing.
So let the world keep its burning money.
She walks out with a Crown.
Because the Cry reached the Throne.
And the Throne answered.
๐๐๐คฃโค๏ธ๐ forgive me for practicing on you...
I just love your look...
I can seriously write a book...
Thank you....
It's AI ๐... you & I ๐คฃ๐ ...
"THE BRIDE GOD CROWNED"
She cried years into the dark,
Tears that no one saw.
A world that hated her steps,
Called her too much, called her not enough.
Every move measured.
Every breath judged.
Bitter. Deep. Endless pain.
But Heaven was counting.
And when the doors of gold swung wide,
God did not give her revenge.
He gave her better.
He crowned her.
With beauty โ not for eyes, but for glory.
With youth โ not in age, but in spirit renewed.
With wisdom โ born in the fire, proven in the night.
Now she walks.
Not to prove them wrong.
But to prove Him right.
A bride, clothed in light,
Walking out of ashes, into a kingdom.
They hated every step she took.
So she learned to walk with God.
They drank her tears.
So He turned them into oil.
Crown of wisdom on her head.
Youth in her eyes.
Beauty that pain could not kill.