“Such an intimate encounter with our Lord and Savior… it has changed my relationship with Christ.”
I wrote “The Sacred Wooing” as an invitation to the church to rekindle her “first love” purity for Jesus and as a witness to the blessing of walking wholly devoted to Jesus while empowered by grace.
I warmly welcome beta readers who are passionate about drawing closer to Jesus to review my newest novel, The Sacred Wooing (Experiencing the Bridegroom Love of Jesus), before it’s published.
*Fans of Francine Rivers (Redeeming Love), Paul Young (The Shack), and Sarah Young (Jesus Calling) will enjoy the biblical parable style of The Sacred Wooing, which also captivates fantasy fans with its epic storytelling.
*The words of Christ in this story reflect the universal and eternal longing in every woman’s heart for everlasting love, while also emphasizing the ongoing spiritual battle for the allegiance of men’s souls.
*This story invites readers to experience Jesus’s love as their bridegroom and to reconnect with their First Love (Revelation 2:4).”
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Opening Scene
The highest king sat with blinding light shining from him. Contrasting cumulonimbus clouds and radiant lightning swirled around him like a halo crafted from a tempest, subjugated by an unimaginably powerful force. His appearance was suffused with fiery amber gems. The clouds around him pillowed upward, creating vast, vaporous terrains rippling with the colors of the hemisphere.
Majestic flying creatures filled with spiritual power orbited the omnipotent king. Their multiple, feathery wings swayed across their celestial forms like silken curtains. The swooshing of their gargantuan wings caused the air to vibrate with tornadic winds. Their booming voices charged the atmosphere like thunder as they paid homage to the one they revered.
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come!”
Royal lords donned in flowing, priestly garments bespeckled with jewels bowed reverently as they circled the throne. Their transcendent voices harmonized into a swelling crescendo. The sound was akin to rushing waves, more resplendent than any music on earth.
“You are worthy oh Lord to receive glory and honor and power! For you created all things! And by your will they exist, and were created!”
Seven golden lampstands flamed brilliantly, and incense rose like a sheet of fragrant mist from the scintillating floor.
The omnipotent king sat on his immaculate throne and held seven gleaming stars in his hand. They glimmered like fiberoptic pearls. His robe cascaded down as the clouds canopy the Amazon forest. His clothes shone whiter than fresh snow and a regal, sash hung like sunlight from his shoulder to his waist. The golden floor was transparent glass, mirroring everything above it with an aureate glow.
To the left of the king sat his father. He was the creator of all. They were unified in purpose and in heart. Their resemblance in soul and features were so akin, that having seen one, you would have known the other. From the father’s mouth came the spirit of life—the most precious breath. A single exhale from this spirit could form planets.
The seated father and kingly son watched for the son’s bride to prepare herself fully. The son had waited patiently for eons and excitedly looked forward to the celebratory day, the day of his gladness of heart. He had prepared himself in the finest apparel. The wine he would offer was the richest created, and he had earnestly desired to drink it with her in the kingdom. A feast in the heavenly clouds, surrounded by a balcony of translucent rainbows and shimmering, fiery jasper stones, had been set. The table alone was lengthier than a galaxy. It would be a greater feast than all royal weddings in created history. Serving angels stood ready to attend to the king and his beloved wife. All that awaited her.
For thousands of years, the son had sent messages to her, and yet she was easily distracted and discouraged from her bridal preparations…
Story Synopsis
Heaven is prepared for the most joyful wedding feast, but only one thing is missing—the bride. Noelani, a mortal woman with the divine spark of eternity inside her, is troubled by a cohort of evil spiritual beings plotting her downfall. Battle-worn, she begins to lose her only connection to her kingly groom, her faith.
All seems lost until her powerful groom knocks on her door and invites her to take his hand on a journey that will bring out her deepest fears and cause her enemies to double their attacks. Will her faith endure to the end?
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At The Time for Love is a godly coming-of-age novel for teenage girls, inspired by Ezekiel 16:8: “Then I passed by you and saw you, and behold, you were at the time for love….” ❤️
Expected publication, Fall 2026. 🍂
Autumn, an imaginative young woman with striking red hair, enjoys a joyful life with her close-knit family in the rural town of Pomeberry. When her father, Ricky, leaves suddenly to help his ailing brother, Autumn’s carefree world shifts as her family faces new challenges.
As Ricky’s absence strains the family, Autumn and her siblings struggle to keep the farm afloat. David, the eldest brother, steps up, but hardships mount. Autumn turns to faith and imagination to endure her grief.
James, a handsome young businessman, visits Pomeberry shortly after converting to Christianity. He develops a fondness for the Amish-like community, and the hardships faced by the locals evoke his empathy. Utilizing his business expertise, he shares his ideas. Nevertheless, the community remains firmly rooted in tradition and wary of outsiders. Through patience and prayer, James endeavors to do good for those who may not initially recognize what is beneficial for them.
Although Autumn intends to stay detached, she develops deep feelings for James as he connects with her family and challenges the traditions of her community. His kindness, genuine concern, infectious laughter, impressive physique, and inspiring faith ignite a love she never expected. As she uncovers a mysterious truth, Autumn faces a crossroads when her hidden feelings come to light.
But how long will James stay? How much longer will her father be absent? And what will happen if he returns and discovers her private feelings for James?
Autumn must choose whether to embrace awakened love or shut her heart out of fear of the many unknowns.
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Chapter 3 The Fateful Meeting
Noble couldn’t take his eyes off the woman across the cafe. Everything about her seemed to glow. Her thick auburn hair with honey-gold highlights cascaded down in lush waves, reaching her tapered waist. Her lips were painted with cool lavender lipstick. Plum blush lightly colored her cheeks. The hue complemented her vibrant, sun-kissed skin. She read a recipe book, drank coffee, and ate pumpkin pie.
A deep purple scarf wrapped elegantly around her neck, striking against her white, flowery blouse and brown fur-trimmed jacket.
He was surprised to find that instead of pants, she had on a pleated, white skirt. He guessed she must have leg warmers or thermals underneath. Knee-high, amber-colored boots snuggled her feet and lower legs.
Her eyes intently scanned the pages of her book. On her left ring finger was a golden band inlaid with aqua rhinestones. Noble sighed heavily as his attention rested on her ring.
She set her book down and took a bite of pie. Chewing slowly, she lifted her hand and rested her chin on it. She stared toward the kitchen doors with a forlorn expression. The flickering candlelight illuminated the beautiful maple syrup color of her eyes. Noble grinned, drinking in her image.
As if sensing his stare, she looked directly at him. She smiled in greeting. Noble averted his eyes, nonplussed she caught him spying. When he turned back toward her, she had returned to reading her book.
Why didn’t I wave or say hello?
Noble rubbed his palms against his pants, befuddled by his unexplainable reaction.
Wasn’t he just acclaimed for having “the public aura of alluring sophistication, subtle seduction, stylish wealth, and effortless class” in one of L.A.’s top tabloids?
Yet, for all his seasoned years, he was flabbergasted by her little smile.
Perhaps I’m still disoriented from Alyssa’s mixture?
There was no telling what she had put in it.
Noble tapped his fingers on the polished wooden table and studied the ruby walls of the café—decorated with paintings of lattes, bakeries, roses, and snowy hills with pine trees—in a failed attempt to get his mind off her.
Steam wafted in from the busy kitchen as the double doors flung open. Noble swung his attention toward the disturbance and picked up the acute fragrance of onion and ginger. A frazzled-looking woman hustled into the dining area and slumped against the wall. Her coily hair stuck to her smooth, sweaty, dark skin. Her chestnut-colored eyes were moist from the seasonings flying about in the kitchen behind her. She brushed her hair back with a slender hand, running her fingers through her tight curls.
Noble’s heart went out to her. He saw she was dreadfully tired. She looked his way in a daze, and without thinking, he smiled at her, lifting a hand in greeting. To his surprise she waved back.
She began inching her way toward him.
He sat up in his chair, his shoulders tightened. I hope she’s not one of my crazy fans. He gave a wry grin and made a mental note to remember to disguise himself for the remainder of his travels. Normally Alonzo catches these things.
She stopped an arm’s length away and tilted her head. Her lips parted and a soft gasp escaped as their eyes met. From her body language, he knew she had noticed the piercing, arctic blue color of his eyes. It was one of his most famed traits.
Noble shook his head to remove the escaping strands of his summer brown hair that hung over his eyes.
“Forgive me, but you have a charming smile.” Her voice came out timid.
The energetic current he had experienced outside began to rise. It was stronger and at his knees now.
He grinned at her compliment as his face unnaturally warmed. He pulled at the collar of his royal blue shirt before thanking her.
“I’m Trisha.”
“I’m Noble.” He held out his hand.
“No, you don’t want to shake my hands, they’re sweaty,” She warned.
He laughed, “You’re probably right.”
“Yeah.” She sighed and brushed her hands on her apron.
“Why don’t you sit down and take a break?” He offered her the seat in front of him.
“I’d like to, but it’s around 8 o’clock. The nightly crowd is starting to come in.”
“That’s a shame…I could use the conversation,” he mumbled without thinking.
Her eyes widened.
“That came out wrong,” he stammered. “What I meant was you seem flustered, and I could use someone to talk to. I’m feeling the way you look.”
“Well thanks for noticing my looks.” She quipped, before giving him a warm smile and sitting down. “I’m all ears.”
Noble feared he was too bold with her. His stupidity would only become more apparent if he spilled his guts out to her, a woman he had just met.
“Water?” he offered, motioning toward his untouched cup.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Trisha leaned over to take a sip from the straw.
She then rested her elbows on the table and asked, “Okay, pretty boy, what seems to be the problem?”
Noble arched an eyebrow at her words.
“I can be just as forward as you,” she said with a teasing smile before leaning back.
He chortled at her witty repartee. She had a spicy personality.
She sat comfortably and seemed eager to listen to him. A part of him wanted to dash out the door but her eyes seemed trustworthy. Even if she wasn’t, he reasoned, he could always just avoid this coffee shop for life.
He peered over at the beautiful woman adjacent to him. He slightly lifted his chin and nudged it in her direction. “Do you know her name?” he asked.
Trisha turned around in the direction of his gaze. “Purple scarf?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
A small laugh escaped his lips, “Yeah, is she… with someone?”
“Yes,” Trisha replied. Her eyes squinted as if she was studying him for a change. She fell painfully silent when he didn’t deter from his interest in the other woman. In the space of the pause, she closed her eyes meditatively for a long moment. Then opening them, she voiced sheepishly, “Her name’s Rose,”
“Rose,” he breathed. She is just as beautiful as one.
“She’s a poet who collects paintings and wine. She wants to live on a vineyard and her favorite color, in no surprise, is purple.”
Noble smiled as Trisha described Rose before asking, “How do you know so much about her?”
“She comes here often… for therapy, goodies, or just to say hello. It’s her quiet hangout spot.”
“Therapy?”
“Mhmm… just like you. I’m her listening ear. I don’t know why it is but… almost daily someone talks to me about their problems.”
Noble stirred his hot cappuccino. “Yeah, funny, I guess. Maybe it’s your presence? You seem trustworthy.”
“Thank you.”
Noble sipped his drink before wrinkling his face at the taste. He’d forgotten about Greg’s warning. Trisha reached into the jam case, pulled out a few packets of sugar, and handed them to him.
“So anyway, do you know if she’s married?” he asked, hoping the ring she wore was anything but a wedding one.
“I think the ring pretty much speaks for itself.”
“Yeah,” he said under his breath.
His expression fell and Trisha reached out and briefly rubbed his arm. “It’ll be okay. God has someone special for you.”
He ignored her mention of God and sighed. “But I want her.”
“It’s not good to covet another man’s wife,” she said both gently and firmly.
“Perhaps,” he voiced, deciding not to speak his true mind to this woman. She obviously belonged to some kind of faith. “But it’s hard not to. I mean, look at her.”
Trisha nodded in agreement, “She is lovely.”
“Stunning,” he corrected, his tone like syrup.
Trisha took a deep breath before gazing out the window at the falling snow sprinkling down like white gold. The flickering light of the pink candles gracing the table danced on her skin, brightening her rich eyes.
“You know what’s stunning?” she asked. The soft quality of her voice was so low, he wondered if she was speaking to herself. She answered her question, “This weather, your blue eyes, this world, and… God.”
Noble followed her gaze out the window. It was beautiful. Yellow lanterns glowing below the starry night sky. The hills and mountains covered with blankets of snow made waves along the horizon.
“Sometimes we get so caught up in what we don’t have that we fail to see what we do have. We have a way of becoming calloused to our blessings and we lose the simple joy in everyday life.”
Noble turned to her, drinking in her healing words. “You put that well.”
She smiled in response.
Something about her expression made him forget his desire for a moment. “But I’m a man who knows what he wants. I guess that’s why my mom used to call me ‘picky.’”
“There’s nothing wrong with hoping or dreaming, but you shouldn’t let your goals become a source of torment on your today.”
Noble pressed his lips together, falling mute.
“Besides,” she continued, “contentment makes time seem to go by faster. If God has given Rose to another man, then she is not the one for you. He knows what you need and want out of life, and your wife. And don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll meet all your requirements…and his. God’s not going to give you someone you’re not attracted to.”
“How do you know?” he asked, half curious.
How can anyone have such confidence in God’s ability to act on behalf of someone they just met?
He hadn’t prayed to God in almost ten years. Rather, his faith had become more explorative, and he had delved into enough philosophies and religions until he had collaborated his own brand of muddied values.
“Because he hears and values your prayers…and you don’t look like the kind of man who could stay single for long.”
Trisha’s reassuring words melted over him like a balm in his heart. She folded her arms and sat back with a confident smile.
“I guess I don’t look like the kind of man who could stay single,” he jested, posing as if he were in a photoshoot. What she clearly didn’t know was that he had years of professional practice.
Trisha laughed heartily at his cocky pose and overly animated sultry smile. He noticed she had nice teeth and a bellowing laugh that seemed to start from her stomach and dive from her heart. He couldn’t help but join in. She laughed loudly before covering her mouth with a hand to stifle her cheer. It was one of the truest laughs he had ever heard. Usually, girls would laugh daintily around him, something he called “fake laughs,” but Trisha seemed almost as happy as a countryman who just won a new pig.
“All jokes aside,” he began as they quieted down, “your faith is admirable. Have you always felt that way?”
“It’s much less a feeling as it is a belief. And it didn’t get that way overnight, trust me. I’ve been waiting…patiently on God for some time now. But in this season of waiting, I’ve learned and experienced things I never would have. My faith is growing.”
“Like what?” he asked, suddenly curious.
“Hmm?”
“You said you learned some things. Care to give an example?”
Trisha gave a radiant smile, “Well, he’s taught me that patience isn’t the ability to wait, but the ability to have a good attitude while you wait. Not only that, but to wait faithfully, and full of hope while you expect the Lord. I…believe the verse is Psalm 27:13, and it says: What, what would have become of me had I not believed that I would see the Lord’s goodness in the land of the living! Wait and hope for and expect the Lord. Be brave and of good courage and let your heart be stout and enduring. Yes, wait for and hope for and expect the Lord.”
Her words struck his heart, and her faith and compassion reminded him of his mother. He loved the definition she gave of patience.
“I like that.” His lips curved upward.
She lifted her shoulders, as if shied by his looking at her.
“What are you waiting on?” Noble asked.
Her eyes widened and her shoulders fell, she seemed hesitant.
“What?” he asked, wondering at her reluctance. “If you can be my listening ear, then I can be yours,” he reasoned.
“You asked me to listen,” she countered.
“And now I’m asking you to talk.”
“Many things…and a who.”
“That’s not specific enough,” he voiced, unsatisfied.
“No pressure,” she said with a hint of jest and defensiveness in her voice.
“Of course not,” he said, inching forward. “Take your time.”
She was quiet for a while before clearing her throat. “Well, I want to eventually become a massage therapist and… have a family of my own.”
“Was that so hard?” he asked, giving her a sideways smile as she released a heavy breath.
“No.”
“I’m sure you’ll be a good masseuse and an even better wife and mother,” Noble glanced down before looking back up at her. “You should consider being a counselor as well.”
“I plan on becoming one, except I don’t want to get paid for helping people.”
“Why not?” he asked, befuddled. He saw nothing wrong with charging clients for quality counseling. “How do you expect to make a good living otherwise? Surely not working in a place like this.”
Before she could answer, a gusty wind blew in and with it a crowd of young adults with snowflakes on their clothes and boots, engaged in conversations, the smell of hot, spiked apple cider on their breaths. Trisha watched as the group of friends neared the counter.
“I really need to get back to work,” she told him.
“Wait, one moment more?” he asked. He was enjoying her company. It was the most meaningful conversation he’d had in a long time.
“Umm,” she said, considering his request. She chewed on her bottom lip and then appeared to be apologetic as her gaze went downcast. She shook her head and then suddenly stopped herself as if she had been interrupted by someone mid thought.
Noble noticed the way her eyes softened with a glow.
He began to sense an invisible stream around his waist. It was comforting and warm, like sunlight. He rubbed his head, wondering if he was experiencing some sort of last-minute euphoria from the substances he’d consumed the night before.
Trisha turned her gaze toward a coworker who walked out from behind the double doors and approached the counter.
“Who is that?” Noble asked, following her gaze.
“Paula, my bosses’ wife.” she said.
Paula hailed the group of young adults and began taking their orders. She glanced at Trisha for a split second and passed her an approving look. It was so fleeting and inconspicuous that Noble almost missed it.
Trisha slowly agreed to his request, “Okay… I can stay for a little longer.”
Book Review
"I just finished “His Liberating Flame” written by Ashley Thompson. It was hard to put down as the struggle from ‘salvation to sanctification’ was so amazingly described..."-Kathy Yoshimi
“His Liberating Flame ” is a captivating and unique “Cinderella” story written by the successfully published author Ashley Thompson.
The story begins in the opulent Los Angeles mansion of the “Prince Charming” character, Noble. He is a very rich, handsome, and internationally famous model. He came from humble, old-fashioned beginnings, but in his problematic condition, he is far from being considered a perfect catch, at least in the eyes of Trisha, the story’s “Cinderella” character. Her persona as a generous, selfless, and sexually pure woman with puritan beliefs is well established from the outset. Her best friend, James, plays an interesting role in the plot, leaving me very curious. What part will the trilateral relationship between Noble, Trisha, and James play in helping or hindering the romantic development of my anxiously expected “…and they lived happily ever after” ending?
Two antagonistic villains in the story are Noble’s ex, Alyssa, and his self-serving professional manager, Anthony. They are highly motivated by personal gain to hold Noble captive in the kinds of addictive behaviors that often financially benefited them, but were clearly and literally destroying Noble’s soul and future health.
The rich, descriptive language fully engages the imagination and tantalizes the senses!
In the early chapters, Trisha’s pure agenda is quickly established in her interactions with Noble. Her compassionate nature and gentleness melt him as she prays for his redemption. However appreciative of her leading him into his newfound life, Noble can’t help but see her as a potential love interest and challenge to conquest, filling the story with many twists and turns.
As she strives to make it clear to him that she intends to keep things on a friendship level, he remains very motivated in his attempts at winning Trisha’s affections by breaking down her boundaries and resistance to his flirtations. Her sometimes unpredictable responses kept me, as a reader, wondering if she would eventually be swept away by his signature irresistible charm and unwittingly become captivated by his less-than-noble agenda.
I highly recommend “His Liberating Flame” as a good read! And I look forward to reading the sequel, Book Two, “Embracing the Future”.
A sneak peek into my upcoming book, The Sacred Wooing (a vivid invitation to experience the bridegroom love of Jesus).
“Then I looked, and, oh!—a door open into Heaven. The trumpet-voice, the first voice in my vision, called out, “Ascend and enter…” -Revelation 4:1 MSG
The highest king sat with blinding light shining from him. Contrasting cumulonimbus clouds and radiant lightning swirled around him like a halo crafted from a tempest, subjugated by an unimaginable powerful force. His appearance was suffused with fiery amber gems. The clouds around him pillowed upward, creating vast, vaporous terrains rippling with the colors of the hemisphere.
Majestic flying creatures filled with spiritual power orbited the omnipotent king. Their multiple, feathery wings swayed across their celestial forms like silken curtains. The swooshing of their gargantuan wings caused the air to vibrate with tornadic winds. Their booming voices charged the atmosphere like thunder as they paid homage to the one they revered.
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come!”
Royal lords donned in flowing, priestly garments bespeckled with jewels bowed reverently as they circled the throne. Their transcendent voices harmonized into a swelling crescendo. The sound was akin to rushing waves, more resplendent than any music on earth.
“You are worthy oh Lord to receive glory and honor and power! For you created all things! And by your will they exist, and were created!”
Seven golden lampstands flamed brilliantly, and incense rose like a sheet of fragrant mist from the scintillating floor.
The omnipotent king sat on his immaculate throne and held seven gleaming stars in his hand. They shone like fiberoptic pearls. His robe cascaded down like the clouds covering the amazon forest as a canopy. His clothes shone whiter than fresh snow and a regal, sash hung like sunlight from his shoulder to his waist. The golden floor was transparent glass, mirroring everything above it with an aureate hue.
To the left of the king sat his father. He was the creator of all. They were unified in purpose and in heart. Their resemblance in soul and features were so akin, that having seen one, you would have known the other. From the father’s mouth came the spirit of life—the most precious breath. A single exhale from this spirit could form planets.
The father and kingly son sat, watching for the son’s bride to fully prepare herself. The son had waited patiently for eons and excitedly looked forward to the celebratory day, the day of his gladness of heart. He had prepared himself in the finest apparel. The wine he would offer was the richest created, and he had earnestly desired to drink it with her in the kingdom. A feast in the heavenly clouds surrounded by a balcony of translucent rainbows and shimmering, fiery jasper stones had been set. The table alone was lengthier than a galaxy. It would be a feast greater than all royal weddings in created history. Serving angels stood ready to attend to the king and his beloved wife. All that awaited her.
For thousands of years, the son had sent messages to her and yet she was easily distracted and discouraged from her bridal preparations.
Amid the heavenly jubilee resounding in the divine room, the king distinctly heard her voice in his heart. Like the minute fluting of a swallow compared with the roaring of the deep sea, many voices drowned hers out, but not to him. The spirit of life they shared connected the cry of his beloved to his being. Her true life was hidden in him, for he withheld nothing of himself from her. A crystal bottle that resembled the finest vase appeared before his fiery eyes. It was filled with the salty tears of the object of his affection.
Despite all that he had freely provided for her, she was living like a poor woman. Although the father’s Spirit breath was with her, the breath that created the universe, she lived limited to her natural strength. She was ignorant of the divine glory within her. She did not know what was hers for the taking although he had told her many times. The anguish she suffered pained him, stirring his compassion.
He peered below the heavens and saw her on earth. A spiritual adversary was oppressing her heart. He was a degenerate star, disguised in counterfeit robes to swindle the bride. He twisted the messages the king had delivered to her, causing her chronic agitation, distress, and sadness. Worse still, his cunning lies had bruised the tender places in her soul, and she had unconsciously distanced herself from her king. The more she drank the poisonous lies, the less she trusted the king. As her faith decreased, the less connected she was to the spirit of life who sought to help her.
“Father,” the son spoke, turning to look directly at him.
The father turned to his beloved son, the seat of his delight.
They shared such a unity that words weren’t necessary between them. Before the son uttered his name, permission was already given.
The glorious son discarded his royal apparel and humbled himself by donning mortal clothes…
Back Cover:
The Sacred Wooing explores the sacred theology of Jesus as the Church’s Bridegroom using a fictional story painted with tender intimacy. Based loosely on Ephesians 5:15: For husbands, this means love your wives, just as Christ loved the church. He gave up his life for her.
It gently unravels the ageless waters of human desire for everlasting love while also teaching about the church’s place as the beloved bride of Christ.
Through deeply warm conversations, Jesus meets with one of his saints (Noelani). During their outing, he slowly unearths and permissively destroys each fear that has blocked her from entering a life-affirming relationship with him. Beginning at the local coffee shop, she observes as Jesus talks to the barista (Diane) and changes her whole life right there.
Then they visit a nearby lake and watch the stars and water and trees transform into phantasmagoric visions while Noelani is transported to places as beautiful and timeless as Eden, a heavenly ballroom, a glorious beach, a snowy mountaintop, and a royal palace. In the ballroom, they are surrounded by worshipping angelic saints. They talk about the meaning of true worship, dying to self, and putting on the new man in Christ. Jesus talks with her and introduces her to God as “Abba” Father.
Several flashbacks into her childhood and teenage memory add depth and revelation to Noelani’s life-story and her reason for being where she is. Jesus knows that she needs a revelation of God’s grace and love and her identity in Christ. Noelani continually receives Jesus’s truth, and it helps her realize her spiritual unity with him. This divine transaction is often seen physically through shifting clothes as Noelani’s casual attire slowly transforms into a saintly gown, which represents putting on the new man in Christ. (Eph. 4:24).
A battle shortly ensues with an adversary spirit, Akkad-Bela, who has been plaguing Noelani’s life and hindering her spiritual walk with Jesus. After conquering a battle with “the father of lies” (John 8:44) Noelani partakes of communion and falls asleep in the castle comforted by the ways Jesus has ministered truth to her.
Part two begins in Noelani’s kitchen with her friend (Angel) and Jesus as a visiting plumber who enjoys breakfast with them as he asks and answers questions of them both.
As each layer of fear is peeled away, Noelani begins to see herself through God’s eyes, she experiences inner healing and the sanctifying grace of God to walk out a godly lifestyle. Because of Jesus’ expressed love for her, she feels free to open to him about dating, relationships, and the frustrations of her generation when it comes to relationships and religion.
After a transforming discussion, Noelani invites Jesus into her love life out of trust and she is commissioned to help other women discover the blessing of virtuous living through the profound revelation of living like a beloved daughter of the King and bride of Christ.
~For a similar book on divine love, check out my novella, Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul by clicking here.
~For a spoken poem on experiencing the love of Jesus, check out my YouTube Video, I Love You by clicking the link below.
~To watch a free short story about the love of Jesus taken from my book, Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul, click the link below:
I have really stretched my ability as a writer and expanded my mold as a creator with this project. There are so many things to say about this project but so far three of my favorite quotes are:
“…Pity without action is useless. Pity with action is compassion.”
“This isn’t about what you’ve done but what’s been done for you and it’s not about who you are but who lives inside of you.”
“…there’s a great difference between lust and love. The Bible tells you to flee from youthful lusts but not to flee from love. If you really love someone, you will want to protect them. You wouldn’t want to do anything selfish to dishonor them or tempt them to break God’s law.”
Synopsis:
She grew up in church and has never been in a relationship, he’s a prestigious male model with a scarlet past in search of redemption…
Noble has been anything but what his name implies. As a popular male model since adolescence who’s dated his fair share of influential women, he’s spent a decade living a financially lucrative, infamously party lifestyle, full of international and local gigs. But the glamor of stardom has tarnished, and the taste of self-indulgence has soured in his stomach. The drugs, fame and sound of raving fans heralding his name cannot appease the growing emptiness gnawing at his soul.
On the brink of imploding, he seeks a respite from his cunning agent and his intoxicating, actress girlfriend. Noble takes a spontaneous trip to his conservative, small hometown where he’s left behind an estranged relationship with his parents. There, on a cold, snowy night he encounters a captivating light in a modest barista, Trisha, who breathes hope into his soul and helps him unravel the gilded cords that once ensnared him tightly.
Their fateful rendezvous is the catalyst that ushers him on a redemptive path. But Noble’s dark past pursues him ardently, and his former addictions begin to weaken his will.
Will the celestial light he experienced be able to withstand the encroaching darkness that threatens to engulf him?
“Ashley has a very talented gift of weaving words together that display tenderness, compassion and purity. Each story reveals the heart of Jesus towards His children. As you read each one you can see past the characters and feel the depth of Jesus’ heart, as well as the longing for a deeper relationship with Jesus inside yours.” -Amazon review
.-This snippet is from the revised version of my book, Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul. In this chapter, I lovingly engage the narrative behind the “sovereignty of God” teaching that once crippled my faith by incriminating the goodness of God when it came to healing. I hope this snippet helps build your faith, comforts the hurting places in your heart and helps you trust in your heavenly Father’s heart toward you. Jesus came to heal, and it is God’s will that we have abundant life.
Chapter 8: The Accuser
..Jesus smiled with pleasure at my decision to trust his word. He explained, “My love, the adversary has no grounds to accuse you before our Father, because my blood has purified the heavenly holy of holies. I forever sit as your High Priest in heaven. Your right standing with our Father is as secure as mine as long as you never reject me.
“Wow,” I breathed, feeling as if I were inhaling air fragrant with grace.
“As well, Father is not displeased with you. He is not angry with you in the slightest. He has promised never to be incensed against you. He has promised never to rebuke you.[i] This is the Gospel of Peace Isaiah prophesied about. Our Father delights in you and he rejoices over you. You are his well-beloved child.”
I smiled without knowing, “amen” I whispered, feeling at a loss of anything more to say. All I wanted to do was continue to listen to Jesus and be healed by his words.
“Even though the Accuser cannot slander you before our Father, he can still whisper lies to you about Him. He has falsely accused the Father to you for months now. He’s used almost every hardship that you’ve experienced as an opportunity to blaspheme God in your ears. The incorrect way that you see the Father now has not just been a result of your own conclusions.”
***
Without warning, my emotions were thrust back to eight months prior when one of my dearest childhood friends, Cassie, passed away forty-eight hours after a terrible car accident. I had rushed to the ECU to see her, praying hard the whole way in the car. I remember struggling to see through my tears as I drove and cried out for God to heal her.
I was let into the hospital room with her family and together we prayed, hugged, sobbed, and anxiously waited, hoping she would wake up. When the heart monitor flat lined, I felt like my own heart had stopped. We all watched with held breath as more doctors rushed in after a small emergency alarm rang. They tried and failed to revive her. When the head doctor finally dropped the defibrillator and turned toward us with sad eyes, I broke down. A flood of wails erupted in the room as Cassie’s family cried loudly.
In that moment of hopelessness and heartbreak, I remembered hearing an evil being whispering in my mind. It told me that God wanted my friend to die and that’s why my prayers hadn’t been answered. It told me, God needed another, “flower in his garden in heaven,” so he took her. It told me that perhaps if I was a better Christian, God would have reconsidered and healed Cassie. A chilly sensation had run through my heart that day. The words of the enemy successfully broke a tender place in my soul and formed a bleeding rift in the area of my trust in God’s goodness.
***
The memory opened up my hidden wound afresh and I bowed my head as heavy sorrow weighed on me.
Jesus read my thoughts and asked, “do you think it was God’s will that Cassie died by a drunk driver?”
I shut my eyes tightly as the fresh inner wound of Cassie’s tragic death opened. Fast tears formed before slipping down my cheeks, “I don’t know,” I said brokenly even though I knew I believed it had been God’s will.
“It wasn’t,” Jesus said, his eyes flooding with pained compassion.
“But how can that be? I thought God’s will was always done?” I said with a small frown of confusion.
“Sadly, not always. The Word of God says, God wills that none should perish but that all should come to repentance.[ii] Tragically, people perish every day even though God paid the ultimate price for everyone to be saved. When my disciples asked me to teach them how to pray, I told them to pray for God’s kingdom to come and for his will to be done on earth as it is in heaven.[iii] The fact that I told them to pray for God’s will to be done on earth implies that his will is not always done.”
Jesus continued, “My dear if our Father’s will was always done, earth would look just like Eden, and everyone would have a life-giving relationship with God. My earthly ministry alleviated human suffering by destroying the works of the devil through preaching the truth of the Gospel to the poor, through healing the sick, binding up the broken hearted, casting out devils, raising the dead, and ministering to the needs of people.[iv] God’s will came to earth from heaven in every miracle his Holy Spirit performed through me. For the Spirit of the Lord was upon me to do all those things.[v] With every blind eye opened, with every hungry belly filled, with every crippled man leaping for joy, with every truth spoken, and every disease healed, people saw God and often praised him afterward. I only did what I saw my Father doing.[vi]
“This is beautiful news,” I said as a cleansing flow of cool tears spilled from my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. Jesus smiled tenderly at me and softly held my chin with his thumb and pointer finger. For a moment, he watched my tears fall as if they were precious gemstones. I remembered the scripture that said God collected the tears of his children in a bottle and that he recorded each one in his book.[vii]
After a few seconds of only our eyes speaking, he gently released his hand from my chin and continued sharing the good news. “My ministry on earth is the clearest picture mankind has of the heart of God. His heart is good. He does not delight in human suffering. I always obeyed his command to love and to declare truth. If you’ve seen me, you’ve seen the Father.[viii] I and my Father are one.[ix] And no one who denies me truly knows God for I was with God in the beginning.[x] I am Truth, I am the Word made flesh.[xi] My dear, God is love.[xii] He so loved the world that he sent me.[xiii] All true goodness originates with him.”
His healing words broke through a dam of religious lies and self-protection in my heart releasing a fresh pool of tears. My eyes welled before the assembling tears began dripping down my chin and wetting my sleeves.
Moved by great love, Jesus gently wiped them away even as his eyes misted with deep consoling compassion. He inched his face closer to mine until all I could see was his radiant face. His visage was pouring with beautiful love. “Noelani, God wanted to heal Cassie and comfort you and her family, like I did at Lazarus’s tomb when I came as the resurrection and raised him from the dead.[xiv] God wept with you as I wept with Mary and Martha. He felt your pain, as well as his own.”
I shut my eyes to flush them of the tears that began blinding my vision. When I began to turn to look away, Jesus softly cupped my face still and I allowed my face to rest in his hands. As I did, I felt peace behind the surface of his fingertips. Jesus tenderly stroked my eyelids with his thumbs and to my surprise, I didn’t flinch away. Normally, I had a natural reaction to protect my eyes from anything that would touch them because of how sensitive and crucial they were to body and well-being. But when Jesus touched my eyelids, I felt no need to self-protect. This soothing motion of his thumbs melted me. It was like he was blessing me with clearer spiritual vision. He spoke again and I felt his balmy breath on my nose. His words washed over me like a warm mineral pool.
“Healing is my Father’s will for his kids, it is part of the atonement. Healing is the children’s bread.”[xv]
I felt a stony weight lift from my chest and my breathing became more relaxed as the truth came in. A place in my mind felt disencumbered.
Jesus released his hands from my face, and I looked upon him like someone who woke up to see sunshine for the first time after hibernating through the winter.
For the first time in a year, I felt a sense of peace come into the pained place that ached for Cassie’s presence. I smiled without effort at Jesus.
-To delve more deeply, check out the unrevised version of Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul, by clicking here.
“Ashley depicts such a level of intimacy with Jesus so poignantly that I believe it will arouse others’ hearts with passion to pursue a new depth and commitment in their relationship with Him. I pray with all my heart that through her insights seamlessly woven into the stories, the church (men and women) would recognize their one true identity as brides and not servants. The author helps us learn to allow ourselves be loved and healed and no longer driven to meet unrealistic expectations of ourselves and others. I believe that Ashley’s book will facilitate cultivating a fulfilling relationship with Jesus and abandoning religion once and for all! Ashley gives hope to those of us who feel or have felt they have sunk too low in their depravity. She demonstrates and enables us to believe that, no matter how vile our pasts, we can be washed white as snow by the blood of the Lamb and made beautiful new creations. She conveys with a refreshing rawness that nothing is beyond His power and (most reassuringly) His desire to redeem and restore. She illustrates the amazing grace of God with its power to enable us to live holy lives by His spirit and not the letter of the law and religion. Possibly the most pertinent lesson that Ashley wisely shares in some of her stories is the most painful yet wonderful journey we go through if we choose to face the surrender of our lives and desires to God. Through her writing she gently urges us to come to this place of trust with the Father who loves us beyond our comprehension. The stories are heartwarmingly honest. Ashley has a beautiful gift of using descriptive language which instantly creates pictures in your minds as she relates her stories and makes them so real and alive. May it lead you into your own passionate journey deeper into the heart of Jesus and to experience wonderful encounters with Him, our eternally faithful and true love.”~Celina Haywood, Licensed Minister, Former Missionary to Thailand, Beautiful Encourager 💗
There’s a peaceful weightlessness about children that Jesus calls us to live in:💖
“…unless you become like a child, you shall not enter the kingdom of Heaven…” Matthew 18:2
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” -Matthew 19:14
Healthy children raised with love, security, and wisdom are:
-Whimsical.
-Have no stresses or worries.
-See the world for all its color and light. They have an untouched innocence that is beautiful and is the closest living reflection of Adam and Eve in paradise before the Fall.
-Trust with all their hearts.
-Feel loved.
-Are able to give love.
Because they feel and know they are taken care of.
We are children of God. We alone have the perfect, benevolent Father. We have a Fathe who is gracious, all-knowing, holy, good, and whose definition is love in its truest and purest form. We have a Father who never runs out of resources, in fact He is the richest, most powerful King and He generously bestows undeserved blessings through the finished work of the cross.
Recently Jesus has been encouraging me to rest. Rest is one of the deepest forms of faith because it requires us to have the humility of a child by casting all our cares, fears, and adult worries on the Lord. “Cast your cares on me because I care for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)
It also requires us to come to the end of our own strength and instead depend upon the strength of the Lord (Zechariah 4:6). It calls for us to lay down our wisdom and understanding for his greater wisdom and understanding (Proverbs 3:5).
It’s not always easy to become like a child when you’ve been an adult for long enough.
I find that popular culture promotes a self-sufficient, independent, get-it-done attitude. This is the opposite of the Gospel. This is the opposite of the Father-child relationship Jesus paints for us in scripture or the shepherd to sheep relationship the Bible often uses as an allegory of our own relationship with God.
Jesus himself did nothing but “what he saw his Father doing,” and he proclaimed that the works/miracles he did was really “the father doing the works.” (John 14:10) Jesus lived in dependence upon God as “Abba.” As I think Of Jesus’s own earthly walk, I am coming to grips with how rooted faith must be in God as Father. There is something so pure and life-giving when we call upon God as Father and trust him with the simplicity that we see children give their fathers.
I don’t know where you are today, but I pray you hear Jesus speaking to you through this. He is such a good Bishop of our souls. He is the Restorer of our souls. He is the binder of the brokenhearted. He is the “God of all comfort.” (2 Corinthians 1:3)
In his presence is fullness of joy. (Psalm 16:11)
In this season, I’m needing to lean more into grace like a well-loved child. As a wife, mother of littles, teacher, student, and author, I wear many hats…but non eof these things, no matter how great a blessing they are define me. My ultimate identity is a loved daughter of God. And recently Jesus has had to remind me of this.
Let’s lean in together…there is more than enough room in the Father’s arms.
Prayer 🙏
Dear Jesus, I thank you for your son or daughter reading this right now. I pray for everyone who will read this. I pray you will lead us into your shalom for you are the Prince of peace. I pray the shalom of God will make us whole. I pray for divine strength and rest to enter our bodies by your Holy Spirit. I ask that you restore whatever is broken in our lives whether it’s physical, mental, emotional, relational, circumstantial, etc. I pray for you to “lead us beside still waters” and for us to be humble enough to allow you to lead us (Psalm 23:2-3). May we always remember that we are well-beloved, and may we continually experience fuller and fuller measures of your heavenly love until we are overflowing and learn how to drink of your bounty without reservation. For you cause the sons of men to drink from your river of delights (Psalm 36:8). We choose to rest in You, sweet Savior.
I have some exciting news! My 1st children’s book is now available for purchase on amazon! This has been such a dream come true and I know Father God is leading me to write more stories for kids that will help connect them to their heavenly Daddy. You can check it out by clicking here.
Story synopsis 💐:
Four copper coins… four vastly different siblings… one task.
Aline is finally given the chance she’s been looking for, to take a trip down her mountain house into the quaint village of Chestnut. Her mother tasks her with the great responsibility of making a non-stop journey into town to purchase items for a delicious supper while keeping track of her younger siblings.
The journey is filled with delightful distractions, forested woods, and flowering mountains that easily catch the children’s attention.
Will Aline be able to resist the urge to disobey her mother and take a few fun detours? Will she be able to keep her playfully mischievous siblings in line and safely keep the coins?
Join these siblings on a whimsical journey of fun, competition, and games while they learn the beautiful truth that obedience brings good things. Ephesians 6:1-2
-Until next time, may you experience the abundant peace and love of your Heavenly Father in deeper and sweeter measures.
This testimony is shared in the revised version of my book, Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul. To read the original version, click here.
But YOU will be called the priests of the LORD; they will speak of you as ministers of our God; you will feed on the wealth of nations, and you will boast in their riches. In place of your shame, you will have a double portion; in place of disgrace, they will rejoice over their share. So they will possess double in their land, and eternal joy will be theirs. -Isaiah 61:6-7 (emphasis mine)
I have found that shame was the number one tool the devil used to keep me in bondage throughout my early Christian walk. During one of my first visits to Charis Bible College, the Father gave me a vision of myself. One of the worship leaders began keying what sounded like a spontaneous worship song on the stage piano. She created melodic and beautiful music on the keys.
Within seconds I saw a vision of myself kneeling on a still, watery floor. The water was so calm it appeared like glass. I was robed in a dark shirt and pants. Jesus began walking toward me to embrace me. Instead of receiving his love, I turned my face away and held out my hands as if pushing the air to discourage him from seeing me.
“No, no!” I cried. “Stay away from me.”
I closed my eyes tightly until he “left.” I didn’t think of myself as worthy enough to look at him. Being a gentleman, he walked away (although he never truly left). When I opened my eyes again and didn’t see him. I began to feel lonely and I regretted pushing him away.
Before I could cry because of my poor decision, my black clothes began to transform into a beautiful pink dress with twinkling lights that moved. After I saw that I was more prettily donned, I felt worthier and my heart began to desire to see Jesus.
As if the water below me heard the silent language of my heart, it began to rise in large drops. It was like reverse rain. Large drops of water solidified and formed a spiral staircase that had the appearance of precious stone. The stairway led up to the heavens, beyond the starry dome ceiling. As I gazed up, I saw billions upon billions of stars. They twinkled and shimmered like silver, blue, green, gold and purple glitter refracting light. Star dust painted the sky like aurora lights and cosmic clouds.
Unconsciously, I knew the stairway would lead me to God. It was like Jacob’s ladder in a way. I began to ascend the stairs but before I could reach the top, Jesus reappeared. This time, I didn’t turn him away, because he had dealt with my shame by clothing me in a gown of royal righteousness.
I also believe he appeared before I could reach the top because he wanted to show me that I didn’t have to labor for intimacy. He didn’t want me to. He wanted to show me that he was always wanting connection with me.
And that he was the only way to the Father, who lived up the stairs…
In the same way, I pray Jesus shows you a picture of yourself clothed with royal righteousness. You are a child of God. Thus, you are royalty. You don’t ever have to earn your way to God because Jesus paid the ultimate price for the veil to be torn that separated you from God. The work is already finished. You are perfectly loved by God. Your body has been made into the temple of the Holy Spirit. Christ, the Lord lives in your heart by faith. All your sins have been washed away. You have no stains. You are a new creation in Christ and you have been given a righteous nature.
“Yet now he has reconciled you to himself through the death of Christ in his physical body. As a result, he has brought you into his own presence, and you are holy and blameless as you stand before him without a single fault.” -Colossians 1:22
Reflection Questions:
Are you dealing with any level of shame in your life? If yes, why?
Are you currently struggling with faith righteousness? In what ways have you personally allowed Jesus to show you that you are the righteousness of God through him (not by your works but his finished work)? “For it is by graceyou have been saved,through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works,so that no one can boast.” (Ephesians 2:8–9 NIV) “This righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference between Jew and Gentile.” (Romans 3:22 NIV) Look up 2 Corinthians 5:21.
Would you describe yourself as more God-reliant or self-reliant?
“This book is simply wonderful. Deliciously descriptive, it nourishes the soul with fresh revelation of God’s love for humanity. This collection of short stories may challenge your thinking about what true intimacy looks like, while making your heart yearn to daily experience the Perfect Love described within its pages. It invites you into a world created by Love Himself, where there’s no mistaking that His love is not only unconditional and never-failing, but also deeply personal and precious to Him. Get ready to experience the purpose, pleasure, and power of real love!” -Amazon Reviewer
~I wrote this scene in the revised version of my book, Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul, to honor the woman who has loved me like a spiritual mother. She is a living display of God’s unconditional love and grace in the lives of others. And I truly believe the words that I wrote in this scene were inspired and reflect a small sample of God’s love and delight in her. Enjoy!
Chapter 12
“For who is greater? He who is reclining (at meat), or he who is ministering? Is it not he who is reclining (at meat)? And I — I am in your midst as he who is ministering.” —Luke 22:27 YLT
Angel began saying grace. “Heavenly Father, thank you for this meal that we are about to receive. We pray that it will bring nourishment to our bodies. God, we ask that as we eat and converse that our speech will be pleasing to you. Let it be like Christ is in the midst of us, edifying us all with his presence, truth, and love. We love you Father, and we thank you for all of our blessings. I ask that you especially bless this young man who came so quickly to our aid this morning and offered to fix our pipes for free. Multiply the goodness that he has shown us back to him a hundred-fold. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
“Amen,” Jesus said, and I echoed the same.
Angel lifted a spoonful of fish to her mouth.
I broke off a piece of bread and nibbled on it.
“You remember Daniel?” Jesus asked Angel.
“Daniel…the prophet?” Angel asked slowly between bites.
“Yes, him.”
“I remember certain things about him, yes,” she chuckled nervously. “This isn’t a Bible quiz or anything like that is it?”
“Oh no. No quiz.”
Angel swallowed. “Okay, good. What about Daniel?”
“He was called greatly beloved of God by the angel who was carrying a message for him.”[i]
Angel nodded and took up another bite of fish. Her facial expression lifted with pleasure as the taste of fish touched her palate.
“You were right,” she said and sucked wet fish sauce off her fingers. “The sumac adds something special to the boiled fish. It’s perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Jesus said, and then cleared his throat before continuing on. “The angel told him that God heard him the first time he asked for the message, even though it was delayed in coming.”
Once again, Angel nodded.
“Angel,” Jesus said, turning toward her intently, “your prayers are so valued by our Father that even before you ask, he answers them. He anticipates the desires of your heart and he moves to act on your behalf.”
Angel stopped chewing and her eyes locked on Jesus’ face.
Jesus didn’t delay but continued unabashed, “Your heart is the home of his Son. You are his temple, his daughter. When you ask for something, you have the power to persuade his heart, simply because of his great love for you and because your desires are pure. You have served him well by washing the feet of his children. As I said earlier, you are pretty famous in the Father’s house.”
Angel stiffened and I couldn’t read her face because her back was turned to me. Before long, I noticed the quivering of her shoulders, and soon I heard a soft cry. Her glasses fogged up and she removed them from the bridge of her nose, which was lightly speckled with cinnamon brown freckles. She shakily wiped at her lenses with the edge of her robe.
“I would ask you how you know these things. Are you a prophet?”
“No,” Jesus said with an endearing smile on his face. “You know that’s not true. You knew who I was when you let me in your house. Don’t give in to the doubts that block out your child-like faith.”
Angel’s hands stilled. She let her glasses lay in her lap before wiping away the tears gathering in her chestnut brown eyes.
“You know me really well,” Jesus said, and took hold of one of her hands. Their bronze complexions almost matched, except her skin was more darkly hued. He folded his hand over hers and stroked the surface of her hand with his thumb. Angel covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle her cries.
I was beginning to think Jesus had this effect on everyone.
After several minutes of trying to compose herself, Angel managed a low mutter. “Lord?” She looked him up and down before her eyes shifted over his face. “Is it really you?”
“Yes,” Jesus said, his smile bright. “Earlier, you prayed that I would be in your midst…I Am.”[ii]
Angel took his hand up and kissed his fingers reverently before pushing her chair back. It made a scraping noise. She moved to bow at his feet. Surprisingly he let her and with one hand he made a smooth stroke of her hair. She pressed her forehead to the cold sand-tan tile and her hot tears fell.
Jesus’ visage shone down upon her and then he looked upon me, “She is one of those who wears an invisible crown on her head. For when I was hungry she fed me, when I was thirsty she gave me something to drink, when I was a stranger she invited me in, when I needed clothes she clothed me, when I was sick she looked after me, and when I was in prison she visited me.[iii] She did all of this by loving on others in my name and trusting me to be her strength.”
Angel’s clothing altered and I saw that she was in a pure white dress fit for a queenly bride. The multiple skirts of her gown had whimsical layers. Each layer had a unique glory of its own—almost as if they represented different seasons in her walk with Jesus. I tried to count the airy folds, but they were too many. Tiny flakes of melted white gold glimmered in her gown. A sash, the gossamer color of golden beryl, was draped across her right shoulder and curved left to her waist. It was beatific.
An equal colorful crown rested on her nutmeg brown hair. She had a single gold chain tied around her neck, which hung like a huge tear drop. Inside the tear drop was a sapphire blue gem, the reflective color of the heavens.
From within her belly, I saw what appeared like rivers of water coursing in circles. It was living water with life in itself. It was building in speed and mass. Prompted and inspired by the Holy Spirit within her, Angel began to sing in tongues—it was the most beautiful song. I felt goosebumps break out on my legs and arms as I realized that she was worshipping in Spirit and in truth. As her heavenly language poured forth from her lips, the blue gemstone necklace began to radiate and I saw the rivers of Spirit water begin to flow from her body.
After clasping Jesus’ ankles and kissing his feet, she bent her head back to look up at him.
He cupped her face and kissed her forehead, “Arise, my beloved, my dove, my fair one.”[iv] He released her face, took hold of her by the elbows, and helped her to her feet. She retrieved her specks from the chair and sat down.
When she moved to brush off an airy piece of chair fabric lint from her glasses, I noticed she was blind to the spiritual frock she was clothed in. I wondered why it was masked from her vision, but seen by me?
I wanted her to know how spotlessly adorned she really was, but when I caught sight of Jesus I knew that my questions could wait.
“I’ve sat at this kitchen table with you many times, Angel, and I’ve enjoyed every second that you’ve sought my face. Not one minute has ever gone to waste or been unnoticed.”
“I always knew you were with me, even if I couldn’t sense it.”
Or see it, I thought.
“Truly, you have given my heart much pleasure and you’ve ministered to me many times through your surrender and purity.”
The chai began to boil and then foam in the pot on the stove. Tiny milky bronze bubbles started to rise, permeating the air with sweet and spicy aroma. I stood and hastily made my way to the stove to turn off the burner before the tea boiled over.
I retrieved two café au lait mugs made of smooth green ceramic before pouring Angel and Jesus a cup.
My hands began trembling as I made my way back to the table. I set their tea down beside them, grateful that I hadn’t spilled it.
There was a holy weight in the air. My knees felt a little heavy as I went back in the heart of the kitchen to get myself a cup.
Angel was beaming and she couldn’t even see it.
I managed to pour myself some of the fragrant tea without spilling. When I neared my chair, I almost buckled into it. I let my head rest in my hand and chose to enjoy the presence of the Holy Spirit, who was filling the room.
It felt like a river was lapping at my feet, but when I glanced down, all I saw was the tile flooring.
My thoughts drifted like autumn leaves to the scriptures in First Kings that spoke of the dedication of the temple. I remembered that the cloud of God’s presence filled the chambers, so the priests couldn’t even stand to minister, for the glory of the Lord diffused the very air.[v]
Indeed, Angel was truly a priest unto God, living out a seemingly plain life that was drenched with charitable deeds. She was known by her goodness and generosity to many.
“Do you smell that? The smoke?” Jesus asked her.
Angel glanced up, as did I, to find that we were all inside a cloud. She took a long inhale and slowly released air.
She nodded, clearly liking the aroma.
“It’s all your good deeds. These have risen to the Father as a holy, sweet incense. It is more pleasing to him than you understand.” Jesus’ warm eyes glimmered. “Angel, you have tapped into a tender part of our Father’s heart. You have discovered that love is the most excellent way.[vi]
“Indeed, while some have sought the miraculous and searched for signs, you have sought the most valuable thing—the love of God. And in doing so, you have really sought God, for he is love.[vii] Truly, where miracles and wonders cannot change the hearts of men, take Israel in the desert for example, consistent godly love can.
“Love never fails. It has the power to do what miracles cannot. It transforms the heart. It opens up the hearts of men to see me and my Father as we are. Therefore, it softens and enriches the soils of people’s hearts to receive grace and truth by faith…and thus live. Your love has opened the hearts of many to receive the seed of my Word.
“Love is the purest catalyst for miracles and the reason behind every miracle I ever performed. Your lifestyle of good deeds points back to the Father’s heart and many cannot deny he exists, because of your example.
“And while miracles are important, and many of my brothers have disregarded the precious gift of healing that I died for, you have found the way that fulfills all the law and the prophets.
“What you have done in Noelani’s life and the life of many of my people will never go unrewarded. You have surely been a priest by serving my people and reflecting me to them.”
Overcome now, Angel buried her face in her hands. She sobbed and laughed simultaneously.
To check out the original version of, Romantic Rendezvous for the Soul, click here.
“This book is filled with amazing love stories. These stories bring hope to the deepest part of your heart and soul. The writer keeps you engaged so much that it’s as if you are there experiencing the emotions and feelings of the characters. Your heart will race. Your heart will flutter. You’ll feel the presence of the king. You’ll find yourself falling more and more in love with Jesus as you realize and experience the unending love he has for you.
If you’re struggling with your relationship with Jesus, this book is for you.
If you are grounded and solid in your relation with Jesus, this book is for you.
If you want to know him … it’s for you. If you are seeking love ….start here.” –Pastor Irene Torres,Marriage and Family pastor at Our Father’s House church. Irene carries a powerful testimony of family restoration and transformation. Her passion is to help families build strong and healthy relationships that prosper in unity. Irene carries a gifting to help others see God’s glory inside themselves so they too can rise up and live to bring God glory. Irene has a Bachelors in Christian Leadership and a Masters in Governmental Development.
My new children’s book will hopefully be out early next year! Enjoy the synopsis. (If you’re a parent of young children between the 3rd and 5th grade, please let me know what you think. Your feedback is truly priceless as I prayerfully bring this children’s book to life).
Four copper coins… four vastly different siblings… one task.
Aline is finally given the chance she’s been looking for, to take a trip down her mountain house into the quaint village of Chestnut. Her mother tasks her with the great responsibility of making a non-stop journey into town to purchase items for a delicious supper while keeping track of her younger siblings.
The journey is filled with delightful distractions, forested woods, and flowering mountains that easily catch the children’s attention.
Will Aline be able to resist the urge to disobey her mother and take a few fun detours? Will she be able to keep her playfully mischievous siblings in line and safely keep the coins?
Join these siblings on a whimsical journey of fun, competition, and games while they learn the beautiful truth that obedience brings good things. Ephesians 6:1-2
Please let me know what you think in the comments below. I treasure your feedback!
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