Victory has a voice and her voice is an echo from The Father
Craving to be in alignment with the very heartbeat that spins the earth, she walks the road of transformation
She places her heart close to those in bondage and to all who ask for more
Shackles are smashed in her presence and beauty is planted from the seeds of ash
Firm, never shaking and immovable
Her throne sits on Calvary’s hill and her rule asks for surrender of absolutely everything
There are no partial children in the kingdom of God
She never backs down because her place is sealed in authority and Sonship
She is powerful, fearless, and strong
She has her eyes set on hope because she can always see the light that shines on every horizon
She knows that freedom is a choice but a choice wrapped in the blood of her Savior
She rests in the truth that love is limitless and with it the universe can know the glory of God
Glory that takes off our old selves and throws it in the closet because victory knows the clothes He has in store for us will far surpass the rags we have been wearing
She revels in simplicity because it is in the small moments that we look back and see they were the moments of most importance
Aren’t the big moments really just simple small moments that resonate loudly?
They were the victories answered from late night prayers and vent sessions with The Father
Victory seals the fate of our lives
With her we know that we are free and with freedom we can be fearless
Fearlessness leads to living a life of radical love because with victory, there are no lukewarm moments
Victory is echoing from every cave in our hearts
She wants to take up residence in the rooms we have locked, the rooms that we have refused to open
She wants to point us to the Father
The Father has crafted her to seep into every moment of our existence
And because He is a crafter of immense beauty, He even allows her to permeate others hearts through the openness of ours
Do we desire a life of her? Do we want to walk in freedom with every step we take?
Do we ache for victories of the heart even though others may never see the true depths of her echoes?
Victories of the heart are oftentimes silent to the world around us
There is no room for pride in victory beside she knows her value is not her own but given by the one who crafted her to spread like wildfire
we get to personally experience the glory of the Father in an intimate shift of identity when victory is present at the table
Others don’t see the heart shift and give us praise for it, others don’t know the new universes that have been opened
But…victory is always known to the heart she beats in. She carries a drum that dances with heavenly melodies
She smiles as she looks back and sees how far the Father has brought us
She laughs when we can look at fear in the face and move onward towards our dreams
She carries a sweet aroma to fill the room when we wear her around our necks
She loves the small moments…otherwise known as the victories of the heart ??
