Whispers From a Blue Moon

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista

 When one chapter ends… another one begins...The promises that Jesus will honor, these are unlike any sought after dream that the world would never truly be able to fulfill. It’s become the most felt blessing of all- to feel like you can truly depend on what makes you flourish the most; because it will always be there and never falter. Your faith! God will never leave his child behind. He will always leave the ninety-nine to go back and save the one that ventured too far. You won’t ever truly get away from him, even throughout the years and the sphere of time that made you feel like you didn’t even belong to yourself, let alone our Savior. You have and always will be created in the image of God. I have settled within the voice that Jesus helped me formulate not only with my pen, but also with my heart. I’ve gained so many mini trials and lessons I was meant to overcome and adhere to. I’ve gained blessings and to think this all happened to me, the healed version compared to the girl that once cocooned away in her home without allowing light to breach the darkness her bedroom would daunt. It’s amazing what faith can do. It’s amazing what knowing who your Father in heaven can make you see and hear. The steeping stones that he will help you reach. The doors that he will open and shut or even remove. It’s become a dream. A real one. It’s been a fruitful and breath giving gift, to know the details that are not too small or too unreachable for the Father to inspire you to find. The last several seasons of my life have been the most promise filled that the angels on God’s orders have led me through. All the while God has been teaching me to slow down, and to truly appreciate everything he wants me to learn before I step into this next season of yet another transformation. What the shards of a broken diamond can gleam. What happens after a storm passes and all that’s left in the dew within the air to fragrance more than just your tears, but to also expand within the healing we can all find with blue skies always waiting for us to seek. It’s been heart warming to be able to go back in time and collect all the pieces and fragments of myself I left behind through the grief, through the pain, through my tear soaked pillowcase. It’s a gift even to be a princess in a tower, though it hurts more than ever before. I know it all means something. What will ultimately lead heaven and I under the same sky I will find him, where I found my way back to me. Of how every feeling, every laugh, every tear and every trial gives me the tools needed to carve hope. It’s become my life through Christ. When one chapter ends, a new one begins. Awaiting more tools for the construction of building “an extension of my bubble.” To be carved within another layer of God’s design and further stepping away from the girl that once walked in darkness and is now stepping in the light. It’s another level of a storybook to carry, of what it means to walk with the holy spirit. A blue moon guided choir of angels were sent my way yet again, and to keep within this new journey I will walk through and pray mends. Like a little memory to keep with me in the pocket of my heart. The one that reminds me how this all happened compared to my start. This time God didn’t just open the next door I am meant to walk through, he held my hand and implored me to open it myself. So I can truly know not just in the books I write about, the answered prayers of how fairytales do exist. One day I’ll hold close, until then with these fairy wings I’ll hold my dreams up to the Lord, just as I had done with every suffering I endured before. Until the next letter from heaven falls down, don’t be afraid to surrender to the will of our Father. It is only he that can bring us to the versions of ourselves and our lives that illuminates peace; the kind that won’t ever carry the brand of the question mark like we do- especially when we don’t let Jesus choose.   

Yours Truly, 

                Deanna Marie 

                                 Always Writing with Light