Be a Voice.

          What if I told you that you can bring your world to life with color?
                                     Would you believe me?
Some of you would because you completely understand what I mean, and some of you would call me crazy.. which I am totally okay with because the whole purpose of this blog is to awaken your colorful hearts! As I was praying just the other day, the Lord spoke to my heart and said, “Your life is a paintbrush ready to release any color at any time. Use it. Don’t abuse it.” (Funny word, right? Not so much. He’s enjoyed speaking to me through and about color for the past month now. I’m getting use to the randomness!) Now, don’t take what He spoke to me and try to make it something hard and overly spiritual. Be childlike about it. It means what it says and says what it means… Have you ever seen a picture that was black and white and instantly you thought, ” that would look incredible if only it had color!” ? That’s basically what the world around us, a lot of times, looks like. Black and white and lacking vibrant life. How can we change that? With a smile. With a laugh. With a life-giving word. With a random act of kindness… like I said, with COLOR. You have the authority to change the atmosphere and scene around you. Why not go for it and just do it? Be encouraged and know today that you can change what your world looks like. You choose what color flows from you, there’s no mandatory code. Be creative about what you’re releasing & let the colors of your heart burst through action!

                          ” ⁶ Then said I, Ah, Lord God!
                                behold, I cannot speak:
                                     for I am a child. “
                                    -Jeremiah 1:6.

For Jeremiah to tell the Lord he couldn’t do it because he was only a child would make me believe that at some point in time someone came along and told Jeremiah that he couldn’t do something because of where he was in age which caused him to believe it. But oh, was he wrong. That being said, let me talk to you for a minute. Growing up, art was my absolute passion. I aspired to  be a “famous artist.” I was measuring how good I was at both by comparing my work to that of another person. (Which was always the wrong thing to do.) In time I eventually found myself giving up on it. Why? Because I thought I wasn’t good enough. See, we live in a generation today where we compare everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! Our hair, clothes, cars, houses, work etc.. It’s ridiculous, really. Have you ever heard the saying, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”? If you have, great! If not, now you have.. and it’s truth! Think about it…. When God created everything, even us, He was well pleased with His work. He saw beauty in every bit of it! But still, people constantly criticize His creation. All that to say this, don’t let your focus be on those around you when it comes to what you know your passionate about and called to do. Because 9 times out of 10 you will become discouraged when you could have avoided it. So, who said you couldn’t it, Jeremiah? Don’t believe the false word. You have the ability to do it! If God be for you, who can be against you? Dust yourself off, painter. Dust yourself off, dancer. Dust yourself off, sculptor.. designer.. stylist.. musician.. Rise up once again and walk in what you have been anointed for. You CAN do it!

I don’t even know how to begin this one. I don’t normally share the things that are so dear to my heart, but I feel like Jesus is using the things I’m sharing for a purpose. So I must be obedient, even if it stretches me. haha. So here we go… In my last blog, I mentioned not having the love and affirmation of a father in my life. I also told you that I received the love of Daddy God, and I did. BUT… His love is a river that can never be stopped. So even now, I am still learning to receive and allow Him to pour it out. Recently… Just this January, actually, I was in my room spending time with Jesus. The day of, I was so irritated and so down & I had no clue why, I could not even handle it. When I locked myself away I just sat there. Jesus knew what my deal was, though. So as I sat there, I began to weep. Jesus began to show me what was wrong and what needed to be fixed. He said, “You’ve never really allowed me to be Father to you.” He began to pull stuff out of me that I had buried and pushed back. Hurt, pain, anger, tears that were never released, moments I never handed over to Him. Growing up, It was as if I were basically fatherless. Yes, I have a dad, I even have a step dad. But they never really filled their position as such. To be completely real with you, I was depressed at a young age. Never once did I hear the words, “I love you.” I remember being 8 years old and crying my eyes out. Wishing I had never even been born. I would cry so much to the point to where no more tears could come out.. just anger and confusion. I felt like I wasn’t a good enough daughter for my dad or my step dad. As I got older I remember hearing my friends talking about how they went out with their dad and had an amazing time. or I would be with friends and their dad’s would come up calling them “Princess” or “Pumpkin” or “Baby Girl.” I desired those little moments for myself, but I never had them. So middle school comes around and I’ve got this void in my life that I’m trying to fill on my own. For 3 years I remember giving a piece of my heart to so many guys. No, I didn’t give myself away physically. But every time a guy said, “I love you” , I believed them and I would give them a piece of my heart. So little by little I eventually found myself in a place where I had given away so much of my heart that I was now just there. Still empty. Still hurting. Still broken. Still angry. And then one day I met Jesus. But instead of giving Him my past feelings and hurt, I just through them in the back of my mind thinking I could get rid of them on my own. Which brings me back to the former part of this entire blog. As Jesus began showing me all of this and reminding me of the past, I remember calling Him “Poppa,” and the more I called Him Poppa, the more I believed that He really was. So I begin to hand everything over to Him. Everything I knew was there and needed to go in order to really receive and allow Him to be “Daddy God” in my life. As I did this, He spoke to me and said, “I call you Princess. I call you Beloved. You are my Daughter. Let me really be Father to you. Let me be Abba.” and as He spoke this I began to feel this overwhelming peace and assurance completely blanket me. I finally understood that I was His Daughter and He was my Daddy. He desired to be the one to call me “Princess.” He desired to be the one I ran to when I felt like no one else loved me. He desired to be the one to wipe away my tears and hold me, so gently in His precious arms and finally I allowed Him to do and be this way. I’ve never been the same since. I have never felt so secure and embraced in my life. This journey as a Daughter has only just begun, too. haha! He is so good. Are you feeling abandoned and fatherless? Know this, you’re not. He is waiting with arms wide open to be your Father. To embrace, kiss, hug, dance with, laugh with, and to love on YOU. He won’t hurt you. He’s gentle. He’s the cup that won’t dry. He’s Father to the fatherless and desires to fill every void in you heart. Don’t be afraid to open up and let Him in…



”A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
    is God in his holy dwelling.”
-Psalm 68:5.



-Selena Thalia

                      Broken and out of tune, this was me.
    Not knowing that I was capable of something beautiful, this was me.
I was going through life with no knowledge of who I really was. Everyday
repeated itself, becoming a routine rather than an adventurous journey. Nothing ever seemed new. Inside, I was dead & I was getting sick of it. “Is this really it? Is this really all there is to life? There has to be something more,”  I thought. So the routine lifestyle continued, and without the love and affirmation of a Father… my desire for identity grew even more. Until one day I was in a worship service and the song resounding and flowing from the lips of those around me so pierced my heart. They were singing “How He loves us,” & for once instead of a heap of dead dry bones, I came to life. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “The King of glory… the very One who created the earth, loves me?” That’s all I could ask myself. & by the time I got around to asking myself the same question for a third time, the liquid love of the Father came crashing in. I began to weep as Jesus Himself began to answer my question… “Yes, I love you. My love for you is unconditional. Through everything, I have always and will always love you,” He said. I could feel His warm embrace as I continued to weep while really letting the fact that I am seriously unconditionally loved, sink in. That night, I came alive. The Maker of all the earth had taken a nobody and made her a somebody. He showed me my identity in Him and put a song in my heart. His love so healed me and took away my brokenness. And for once, my life had a song.. not just color, but something to resound forever. He took my broken pieces and my out of tune heart and replaced them with something beautifully vibrant, I have never been the same again.




-Selena Thalia

aesaxion:

Personal freedom comes by embracing you.

I’m a writer, teacher, missionary, abolitionist, lover, enabler, giver, visionary and much more. 

It’s not arrogant to recognize gifting. It’s false humility to know it and ignore it. 

Why value you? 

• God values you. (Ps. 139)
• It’s godly and profitable to recognize and steward over your gifts. (1 & 2 Timothy)
• What you value will ultimately guide your life and decisions. (Heb. 11:24-26)

Embrace gifts.

Embrace purpose.

Embrace you.  

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