Fortress

crown her

Remind yourself what it is like to receive, by refusing to donate your heart to things unworthy of its affection.

For so long you’ve been playing handmaid to the inadequacies of this world, trying to knit together good fortune and make portraits out of puzzle pieces. They emptied out fragments into your hands, and instead of complaining you planted them in your bosom. Everything beautiful is birthed from you. Mother to an Earth that tried to dispose of you, now they know you as Queen.

All you’ve ever wanted was peace, cause you’ve been weary.. all these years, waiting to catch a break or at the least, a moment to catch your breath. You deserve at that. Peace. Your daydreams are thoughts of surrendering long enough for them to stop mistaking your resilience for strength. You are not strong you are just honoring God with your body, strength has nothing to do with your commitment to Him. He rose so you rise, He fed so you nurture, He died so you sacrifice, He is so you can be. You are the echo to the call He whispered, Crown Her.