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My Masterpiece

Posted by Shakeya Britton , 15 September 2011 · 1763 views

healing Nyack College

She was destined to be different. She was set apart. I created her in my image; filled with beauty and love, she was my angel. I loved her so much that I made her unique. There will never be another like her, she was genuine. I also cried, because how I made her the world would mock her, label her and tell her fallacies. She would believe them and she would never know what beauty she processed. So I gave her one of my tears, wrapped it up in her gift to be revealed in time. Then I sent her down to earth. The doctor said she was a miscarriage, a baby 23 weeks premature cannot live. I said LIVE and she did. As my love grew she was a happy child. Then she realized she was different. She walked different for she had cerebral palsy. People stared as she walked, people laughed, and she walked in shame and not in authority. She cried countless tears to me because she wanted me to heal her for her comfort. She wanted to be like everyone else. She didn’t want to hurt anymore. She hated herself and she was ashamed to walk. People called her crippled and ugly. I cried because she was my masterpiece and my work of art and people could not see her true beauty. She cried heal me, heal me daddy, please! You made me, fix me! She would test me and check herself every morning to see if her legs were straight. I couldn't heal her yet because it wasn't time. She looked for love; it was only temporary because she looked in the wrong places. She was lost and I found her. She realized I had my arms out to her all along. My angel was with me once again. I started to break and mend in her life. All the years of anger, depression, stress, hatred, sin and guilt she held on to because she found comfort in them and to let them go was daunting. I realized she was scared of me. I loved her, I created her and yet she was scared of me and didn’t want anything to do with me. But, I stayed because she was my love and my work of art. I stood waiting patiently and in love while knocking at her hearts door. One day, she opened and I asked, “Can I come in, can I love you like I want without any reservation?” She said “yes.” Oh, how happy I was! She was happy for the first time in her life. Then things started to change, and I didn't have access to her heart anymore. She locked me out because she said, “I was getting to close.” I wanted to know the inner-most parts of her heart but it made her too uncomfortable, so she left me. Oh, how my heart cried for my love. I called her name, "Beloved! Beloved! Come back to me, I so desperately long for you and your intimacy." I waited and there was no answer. My love forgot the sound of my voice. She forgot me. It broke my heart, but this love I had for her surpassed any hurt. I waited. And one day she cried out to me; it wasn't in love but in anger. I remembered her words, "God do something; whatever you do just get me out of here." I did. I led her to my training camp called Nyack College. It is there where she experienced me and her life no longer was the same. I sent my angels concerning her to protect her in her ignorance so she could remain there. Day after day, I provided healing and deliverance. Slowly she began to accept me and eat from the table of life. Then one day, when she was about to give up on my healing power I gave her the one thing she so desperately wanted; HEALING. On November 7, 2007 one of my servants preached a sermon in chapel. My beloved sat their doubting. I saw the little faith she had; I called her forward and reminded her of my promise. If you have faith the size of a mustard seed you will be able to move mountains. Then out of compassion, I said to her "Woman you are set free from your infirmity." Then I laid my hands on her and immediately she was made straight and praised My Father. Oh, how happy I was when I saw the gratefulness in her heart. I have never seen my daughter so happy. My beloved, whom Satan had bound for eighteen long years, was finally free! She told her testimony to everyone she knew because she was so happy. The people rejoiced with her because of what I'd done. My daughter's spirit bared witness to who I am and the work of my mighty hand. She was beautiful and she was no longer afraid to walk because I carried her. The gift I gave her was revealed; whatever she touched was blessed and whoever came in contact with her was blessed. With every step she took, there was a different testimony of my grace, goodness, and mercy. I am here to tell you that she was created for my purpose, she was created to change, and she was created as an example
of what I, ALONE can do.

“Who is my beloved for there is none like her? Her name is Shakeya! She is my love and my reflection of beauty. She will always be MY MASTERPIECE”. - Written by her Abba Jesus






Beautifully written, yet more beautiful TRUTHS.
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Shakeya Britton
Oct 01 2011 05:03 PM

Beautifully written, yet more beautiful TRUTHS.



Thank you!
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Laurie Collett
Oct 04 2011 05:39 PM
Shakeya, you truly are His unique masterpiece, a testament to His healing power and to the truth that His grace is sufficient. May God bless you and guide you in your college studies and in His perfect will. I will follow your blog and I invite you to follow mine, Saved by Grace:
http://savedbygraceb...y.blogspot.com/
Love in Christ, Laurie Collett
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