How do you look pain in the eyes and ignore it?

Pretending not to see inner cries drowning

The victim in their skin

They breath out reasons

To end the beginning of a chapter unwritten 

Before knowing who they are, not to others, but to God

And they will never know unless we show them

How it feels to be loved unconditionally

Without judgment

Binding their wrongs

Diluting our image of them

As if we are perfect

But we’re not

So take the scales

Off the eyes 

And see them the way Christ does.

~Bethany Anne

Archive reshare from 2016


The Word is breathing

It comes alive as it ignites the heart

To beat against winds of the world

Trying to bring us down with them,

But greater is He who lives in us

Than he who is in the world,

Therefore, I cannot be shaken;

I will stand as lost nations fall into the sea-

The sea holding frail bodies that disconnect

From life, into death their souls dive deep,

But those who lock hands with God

Their soul begins

Colliding with a love so real

It heals a wound

From infection, allowing its door to open

Without knowing the outcome; trusting Him

Who called us out of darkness, into His marvelous light

That encompasses a tired, lost soul from taking life from itself,

He takes the soul, reigniting its heart to bloom before ashes,

To live before death, forgetting its purpose, and choosing life

To embrace in every moment, circumstance, and season.

~Bethany Anne

2016 archives


Presenting ourselves
Framed and flowery
Living our lives…
Concealing reality
Disguising the truth
We play our roles
Instead of releasing the tears
Hidden behind
Our pompous mask
We camouflage
We make believe
We camouflage
Remain deceived
Covering up
The flaws we loathe
Painting over
The scars and holes
In our minds
And in our souls
We camouflage
Our hearts and hopes
Existence in pretense
Land of denial
Betraying ourselves
Refusing to acknowledge
Deception disabling
Our very portrayal
Our reflection unable
To mirror
Any image to exemplify
Therefore, we camouflage
Salvaging the pain
We try to exclude
Ourselves from any truth
The vulnerability
We entertain
Decorating and adorning
Instead of offering
The beating heart
We hide within
The camouflage
Just who we are
With human frailties
Committing sin
Against ourselves
By always
To be someone else.

❤️Krystal Lynne

Reshare from Archives 2015

Friend And Savior

Shelter them tonight
May provision be hearty
Send angels to guard them
Assisting their way
Those boys are Yours Lord…
May no evil befall them
Let them feel Your presence
Every single day
This time
This journey
Changing their hearts
Positioning their future
In order for Your will
To be done in and through
Their precious lives
Be the mother and father
They long for
Be the friend
The Savior
That You are

❤️Krystal Lynne

Reshare from 2015 archives

Wildfire Love

Imma run around
Like the wildfire
He made me to be,
To stand out…
This world’s gonna catch His love
One way or the other,
This love is bold
It’s contagious…
I’m not stoppin til all hearts
Are beating in sync
With this melody perfection,
Imma be His willing vessel…
No lies no shame
No fear no pain
It’s not ever gonna stop
His flow running thru me…
Imma be fierce like the lioness
He’s called out in me to be,
I’m not following the enemy,
I’m being led by the King!
Imma spread this wildfire love
Wherever I go
Imma be His warrior
And bleed Love ♥️🤗🙏

— Bethany Anne


Recently I asked a few of my friends to do a review on a new book I am writing. The first review came back, and I did not expect the words staring back at me from the computer screen. I was bawling my eyes out reading the touching words about my character as a daughter of Papa God. In that moment I understood the purpose of my wilderness journey, the surrender, obedience and dying to self daily. I remember handing my dream as a prophet back to Father, when He asked me to and taking the painful decision to go on a journey with Him.

Every dark valley, every loss, every betrayal, and the persecution finally made sense. Then Holy Spirit said to me “What if you were not obedient when I called you to the wilderness”? Had I not made the decision to go hard after Jesus, I would have been another “Orpah” returning and clinging to the familiar. When the enemy wanted me to hold on to my past, I took a hold of the hem of Fathers garment like the women with the issue of blood and I did not let go, until I was transformed by His love.

The moment I allowed Father to step into my messy places, my new beginning in Jesus began. About two months ago Father said to me that people will “announce” the remnants bride new season/era in this time. His glory arising over His bride in this hour will be seen and acknowledged by people who know us and people who do not. His glory and the anointing and the weighty sound that His bride will release in this time, cannot be copied by the bride who refused the fiery furnaces of character and heart transformation. The world will know if we visited deep places in Pappa God by our love and unity, the sign of a new era people.

Every challenge, attack and every enemy we face, is part of the cutting away and stripping us of “earth” and our “flesh”. Nothing of ourselves should be visible when we open our mouths. I handed my dreams to Father when I did not want to. A few years later He handed it back to me, with my character intact. Now I do not only operate in my spiritual gifts, but a character that exceeds my gifts.

My pastor used to say that people are waiting for us to step into their lives so that their lives can begin. I believe their lives can only begin, when we have gone through our deep processes of heart and character transformation to mentor them not to chase stages, gifts, offices and fame, but to chase intimacy with Jesus, to be the same person we are at our homes and in public and to release the fragrance of heaven wherever we tread.

One of my favourite verses Revelation 19 verse 7 says “And His bride has made herself ready.” May Father help us to make more effort in making ourselves ready inwardly, then outwardly.

#EbigaleWilson #HolySpiritChats

A Designer Original

When I seek to understand,
I’m left with more
Not about who You are
But about who I am.

While I long to be understood,
I’m left wondering
I care so much about
What they think of me.

You say I am a
Designer Original,
Unique even to
Your hand.

You say I am
You call me

I often forget.

When I “feel” pain from unfair
By those who don’t see me
For Whose I am…
Remind me, Lord.

When I’m pushed aside
And left in the cold
To wonder what it is
About me…
Remind me, Lord.

It sets me
You set me

When I seek to understand
And am left with more
Not about who You are
But about who I am…

Remind me, Lord.

~ S. Gable 2016

A Designer Original

The Emptying Of Me

Slow and strange
Fast and furious
Numb and nurtured
Waiting and wondering
Wailing and walking
Praying and pondering
Trusting and tears
Testing and transformation
Warm and whimsical
Cold and calculated
Real and ravenous
Raw and reckless
Bold and beautiful
Brave and bitter
Scattered and scheduled
Strategy and silly
Silence and safety
Direction and doubt
Spontaneous and structured
Communicate and contemplate
Surprises and sadness
Love and loss
Hollow and hope
Faith and flawed
Anchored and angry
Sweet and salty
Repentance and rebellion
Recover and rediscover

The Fullness of You and
The Emptying of me.

— Michelle Cosby Bollom

Restored Ministries



A restoration only I know.

Reading to you between the lines.

My boldness will be revealed.

Pursuing you all along.

See my flow.

Hear my words.

Open your mouth.

I will fill it.

Restorying told by you.

Tell my story.

It flows in your veins.

Deep in your bones.

The aching the pain.

A birthing of hope.

Spoken to the masses.

Mighty waves with many crest.

Majestic mountains with numerous peaks.

Within each one of you.

Bread you will eat and be filled.

Water you will drink and be satisfied.

Milk has made your strong bones.

Meat to strengthen your muscles.

Age is not a number.

Maturity is welcomed.

The indwelling of my spirit.

Your hair turns to gray.

Wisdom is your crown.

Wear it well.

And straighten the crown of others.

A time to speak a time to rest.

Balance before you open your mouth.

The waves the mountains stay steady.

Ride and climb with precision.

Fear watching from a distance.

As faith takes over the rough terrains.

By foot you are commissioned.

By air you catch the wind.

You are who I say you are.

Done is done.

I finished it all.

Walk in my spirit and know.

I am coming!

I am coming soon!

—Melissa Oldacre

Art by Christine Ellger