Most think I’m strange. I use to think the same…
Until I fully understood and embraced that I was peculiar…that I was holy because He Is Holy… that I should carry myself like royalty because My Father Is The King.
When I let go of the guilt of being Chosen… guilty because I just wanted to be like everyone else. Not wanting others to think that I thought I was special somehow.
When I left ALL those things behind me, I began to feel the honor and blessing that it truly is be a Daddy’s Girl.
I will continually speak of His many blessings.
I will declare what He has done. I will testify every day of my life…all day… ever day.
Vetta is life…
I will receive my crown.