The Pastel Ribbons of my Soul

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

Welcome blue ribbons! You've got mail, though a day behind normal upload schedule I wanted to bring you a very special letter with a message that's been placed on my heart. With this letter from heaven the angels sent, every measure of the weight that you carry, he can see it. Every ounce of a tear that has shed from utter devastation and grief, he can hear. Every scream in agony and every scar your body withholds, God will not waste it. He will find you in the thickest expanse of a rose garden with only thorns. He will set you new and mend your heart and put you back together. He will use every portion of the old you and set you ablaze with the truest form of the cocoon you were always set to break. No ceilings will be able to hold you, or keep you down. You will turn into another pillar that upholds heaven. You will befriend the greatest of mirrors that reflect Jesus’ love. With a battalion of Angels and Saints behind you, there is nothing that you won’t be able to do. There is no height you can’t climb. In Jesus name, you are going to find through the damage and decay of what sin has maimed, and turn even the utmost hollowed vessels holy again. Because that is what our Father has called us all to do. To not just survive this brutally divided world; but to change it so much that when the sky turns heaven’s blue, your good deeds will be heard from the trumpets that will blow. What an honor to be a son or daughter of Christ. What a gift it is to be a tool that the kingdom can surmise without any question. Who are we if not a part of who created us. Within those gates of true bliss, we can bring others to the road where the only things that will fall are the strikes of arrows laced with sin aimed. No more will God’s children be used to make a mockery of the paradise that God had ultimately created to be and stay sacred. No more will the forbidden balance beam of good vs evil prevail. More and more every day, his children are becoming less lost and more found. It is up to us individually to keep the distance shortening and implore others to join in on the glory. This glory that beams and will one day lead us all home. I don’t want to become an empty vessel. I don’t want to live just to die without using the light God has granted to shine within my eyes for others to see by. Just as my heart is a window leading from heaven and a saved soul a faucet to add to the throne for my Father to keep. The direct connection of breath of life being restored. Because we will adhere to the fact that even when the sky is falling, sometimes it can fall beautifully. I don’t want to be a child that ignores her Father’s call. Just the same, I don’t want to be a Daughter of Christ that ignored her Father’s Cry on that day in Calvary. I want to be a reflection of grace and femininity like true sainthood and discipleship can mirror - when they put God first and others always second before themselves. So until the next letter from heaven falls down, let us heed the messages and expound the sound of what prayer can grant, and mostly ignite. 

Yours Truly, 

                Deanna Marie 

                                 Always Writing with Light