Set Apart Ones

“Christ’s set-apart ones have all gone through the same inner-transformation process. They have all kicked “Self” off the throne of their lives, eliminating the controlling power of sin, and offered the heavenly prince the ruling power of their existence.”




Galatians 5:24 (Leslie Ludy paraphrased)

Our little Save the Date film :)

{The moments before a maiden is engaged…}

The night of the Proposal...waiting to be picked up!

I wanted to share some fun things.. Turns out, I AM Engaged! To the most wonderful man on the Planet!!!

This video and this journal entry are some things I made when I was bored waiting for my date that night. And I was right about everything I was thinking! Heehee.  I’ll write another post about the experience later, but for now just enjoy these pre-engagement funnies. :]

From my Journal:

“I have a feeling I’m getting engaged tonight. Zeb and I are going on a date to a nice restaurant and he set it up so we go have dessert at his house with his family. We never have dessert with his family if it’s our date night. Plus he’s been acting so mysterious.

Like last night and today he’s had “stuff” to do, and “things that need to get done,” but he won’t tell me what they are. If it’s church work or cleaning his room or something like that, he will tell me if I ask, but not this time. So all this “stuff” must be setting up for the proposal.

As soon as I realized this is happening tonight, all these thoughts rushed to my heart and head. Like WOW! I’m really getting engaged! Part of me doesn’t want to accept that it’s real. I don’t feel mentally or emotionally ready for this yet. :)

Will it still feel magical though I know about it? Oh, I fear it won’t.

Ah! He’ll be here within the hour.

I don’t know… there’s definitely butterflies in my stomach.

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When I got home that night:

…Ahhhh! It happened!! and it was sooo cute! I’m engaged!! :)”

hopeless romantic :(

Ah, to be in love.

Why is it that when one is in love, they are constantly sick – 

i mean when they are separated from their loved one…yet it’s still the best feeling in the world. 

Love doesn’t make sense; it’s supernatural, am I right?

I am completely and utterly ill! Separated from the lover of my soul, 

Yahweh, AND the lover of my earthly life, Zebulun. 

Everyday that passes seems so trivial and pointless. I just want to be with him again.

“Sustain me with raisin cakes, Refresh me with apples, because I am lovesick” – Songs 2:5.

I dare say, this woman surely was asking of some pretty potent raisin cakes. 

I wish I could just pick some up myself at Publix… that would be so easy.

Today, there are twenty-four days left until I am free to see my love. 

Twenty-four?! Could it be any longer? I guess I am pretty lucky though, 

unlike this beauty, since I do know my true love and 

just had a short walk with him… last Saturday. :]

"Home" ~ a poem.

I wrote this in my creative writing class. It's about heaven.

Home

I am from a place that I have never seen

yet to there I know I have been.

Though I may be asleep in the night,

my heart often makes its own visits.

With every brush returns a token;

a gift of peace and intricacy.

Where in much of this life can be found barren,

I am told stories of real men and women

experiencing the episodes of fairy tales:

fighting for justice, honor, and love.

Occasionally I find glimpses of my homeland here:

I’ve seen it in the smiling eyes of the destitute,

I’ve heard it in the laughter of children,

I’ve felt it in the embrace of brothers,

and yet I’ve heard it in a woman’s penetrating cry.

Each voice, each gaze speaks the language of my homeland..

that which is compassion. that which is love.

Oh, how I desire to be fluent in compassion!

I am from the very place it rings true,

yet I am a slave to the bestial kingdom of my flesh.

If it were not for the king of my homeland

who has broken my shackles and set his crimson seal upon my heart,

there would be no hope for the persevering evil

that strangles a lover, a child, a rogue

from attending his own wedding to his betrothed.

I, just as the rogue, have yet to gaze into his eyes.

I have yet to stand upon his mountain.

I have yet to dance ceaselessly in his streets.

How long must I wait for this delight?

I am homesick; infatuated yet frustrated.

My home constantly beckons me,

yet my beloved has not finished

preparing it to the fullness of its glory.

Though a kingdom incomplete,

this is the land from which I am from.

It hold’s my soul and ravishes my heart.

I am fortunate to belong to it.

I am favored to taste of it.

Ultimately, it is where I am welcome.


{Leilanika Abalos}