Hephzibah.

White flowers and songbirds.

as i walked home from a lovely party which consisted of me learning Norwegian, eating a lot of cakes, and socializing with both old friends and people i had just met i walked down the streets of skien back to my home... the base. one of the many simplicities i love about norway... all the walking. the amount of time i am able to use to walk to the places i need to go is such a blessing. so as i walked home last night Papa (God) kept on highlighting and showing me white flowers. i picked a couple, smelt a couple, and danced my way back home. it was such a beautiful time to bond with my Daddy and hear Him speak. as i picked or smelt the white flowers i was reminded of my purity and how He deems me as "clean." i have lived many years believing the lie that i was dirty. i don't believe i was fully aware of this lie but looking back and reflecting i see the control it had on me. i wasn't free... i was locked in a cage. i have been listening to a song entitled, "cagebreak" and i love how in the song it says, "hey little bird, hey little bird you weren't meant to live in a cage, you were born to fly." this lie of dirtiness was brought to light and to hear the words from my Father "you are clean" was and is so precious. i don't have to be trapped in these lies... i was made to fly. so i release what could easily entangle and deprive me of His love and choose to believe
i was made to soar.
i was made to sing.
i was made to color outside the lines... be limitless in where i go.
i was made to speak of the freedom i find by receiving from Him.




dancing in a field in Hamar, Norway. my freedom cry.