I stood before the counsel of the Lord. You kissed my forehead. I felt gold as honey pour over me. You, Lord, imparted into me WORDS.

“I will uphold you in My righteous hands.” Your hands held my cheeks, and You said to me, “It is all about you. You have felt misjudged, misunderstood, and rejected. But those who have caused you to feel this way are not important to who I say you are and Whose you are. You are mine.”

“Let them go. Let loose the chains. Cast off the ropes.” In my mind’s eye I saw a trailing rowboat. I threw off the ropes, and I felt freedom. A weight was lifted.

Lord, you have called me to write. Whether for myself of others, You give me words. You provide me peace and joy in writing. Again, in my spirit I see gold ink and a quill pen…

Thank You, Father, for these cherished moments in our secret place. Thank You for speaking through me. Thank You for anointing my words.

Lord, help me to love myself better so that I may love others more. Help me to love extravagantly, that I may walk in the fullness of my callings, giftings, and anointings which have been in Your heart and mind for me. I renounce shame and self-judgment, and I receive a double portion of endless joy and everlasting bliss. I embrace who You say that I am.

I declare these things in the mighty Name of Jesus.