Worthy Daughter

✨CHAPTER 38✨
I’m so thankful for the breath in my lungs and another day to praise God. I love writing about my love for Jesus, and the whispers of the Holy Spirit that come to my heart. On this Holy Week I wanted to share with you something I wrote 💕

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A crown of thorns pressed into Your brow
humiliation piercing deeper than the thorns themselves.
Blood ran down the face of mercy,
the Holy One mocked by the world He came to save.

Yet in the purest crimson flow of love
my blinded eyes were lifted.
The lies I carried fell away,
and Your voice broke through the darkness
calling me Yours.

Where shame once crowned my life,
You placed a crown of glory.

Freedom.
Restoration.
Holiness rising from ashes.

You call me beautiful.
Worthy.
Beloved.

I was once broken
sin-stained, ashamed,
certain that death should have been my end.

But Your pierced hands rewrote my story.

Now forgiven,
my soul will forever gaze upon Your majesty.
My being cries out to commune with You.
To be with You
is to know love itself.

Holy are You, Jesus
perfect in beauty,
the spotless Lamb
and the mighty Lion.

The purest love the world has ever known.

The meaning of my life is to love You
and to be loved by You.
❤️

Hosanna. A word we often sing, but one that was first cried out from a place of deep need. It means, save us now. On this day, they ran to meet Him waving palm branches, lifting their voices, declaring Him King. Yet even in their praise, many misunderstood Him. They longed for a conquering King, the one who would overthrow, establish, and reign with visible power. But Jesus came lowly. He came gentle. He came to save in a way they didn’t expect. And still He came.

Palm Sunday invites us to examine our own hearts. Do we only praise Him when He looks like what we hoped for? When He answers the way we imagined? When His ways feel victorious to us? Or do we still cry Hosanna when He moves in humility, in silence, in ways we don’t understand? Because Hosanna is more than a celebration it is a surrender. It is the honest confession of a heart that knows: I cannot save myself, but You can.

Today, I don’t want to just lift my voice in praise I want to lay my life down in surrender. Like the palm branches laid before Him, I lay down my expectations, my control, and my need to understand. And I say again: Hosanna. Save me in every place I still try to hold together on my own. Jesus, You are not just the King I celebrate you are the King I surrender to. Have all of me. 🤍

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Holiness is not a moment, it’s a separation.
Not perfection, but consecration.

We want the fire of God, but He rests on altars
and altars require sacrifice.

The Lord has been teaching me that the life that bears His presence is the life set apart. The hidden pursuit produces a visible glory. The quiet obedience shapes a holy heart.

Consecration turns a heart into a dwelling place.

“Be holy, for I am holy.” — 1 Peter 1:16

This month reminded me:
God is far more concerned with who I am becoming than what I am producing.

Holiness is formed in the secret place.

❤️

Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life and my best friend.

Marriage isn’t about convenience it’s about covenant.
And through every high and every valley, I would still choose you.

I admire the man of God you are. Your integrity. Your tenderness. The way you lead our home with strength and humility. Loving you has made me better, softer, stronger, and more anchored in Christ.

Juan, forever isn’t long enough with you.
Thank you for choosing me back every single day.

Glory to God for our love story ❤️