You Call Me Beautiful
- Jul 9
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 11
đ€ âYou Call Me Beautifulâ
I should have died in it.
The addiction.
The shame.
The silence.
I should have been buried beneath the weight of what I couldnât shake.
But insteadâ
You called me out.
Not with anger.
Not with condemnation.
But with fire.
Holy, purifying, chain-breaking fire.
You baptized me in it.
And in the place where I was burning,
I became new.
You saved me from destruction
When I had no plan to save myself.
You reached into the pit I dug with my own hands
And still whisperedââCome forth.â
You didnât just deliver me.
You dignified me.
And every chain of addiction, every generational curse,
Every lie that wrapped around my voice
Fell.
One.
By.
One.
I thank You, Lord, for the fire.
Not just the flames that refined meâ
But the presence that remained with me.
In the valley.
In the silence.
In the pruning.
You never left.
You counted every tear.
You carved Your name in my crushed places.
And called it glory.
You said:
âI prune the branch that bears fruit
So it may bear even moreâŠâ
So when I cried outââHavenât I already bled enough?â
You saidâ
âItâs not punishment, daughter. Itâs preparation.â
âYouâre bearing more. Youâre becoming more.â
âYouâre mine.â
And now, here I stand.
Consecrated through fasting.
Purified in the secret place.
Marked as chosenâ
Carrying the keys to the Kingdom.
Not because I earned them,
But because You handed them to me in the place where I finally laid down my shame.
You said:
âThis crushing is not the endâitâs the commissioning.â
âYour legacy begins here.â
âYou are the breaker of curses.â
âYou are the first root of healing for your children and their children.â
âYou are beautiful to Me.â
So I come to the shore, Lord.
Not running from,
But returning to.
Back to the place where I once lost peaceâ
Now to reclaim it.
To take back what the enemy stole.
To drop every weight into the sea of forgetfulness
And walk out dripping in freedom.
You call me beautiful.
When I looked like ashesâYou said âoil.â
When I walked through fireâYou said âfaith.â
When I almost gave upâYou said
âLook againâIâm moving the mountain.â
âLook againâIâve held every tear.â
âLook againâI never stopped calling you by name.â
So I thank You, Lord.
For the pain that produced purpose.
For the silence that made me seek You.
For the pruning that prepared me for fruit.
For the crushing that released more anointing.
For the fast that reawakened fire.
For the shore that is now sacred ground.
And for the whisper that still melts meâ
âYou are Mine. You are chosen.
And yes⊠you are beautiful.â

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