![]() And as you celebrate your freedom, you are to me an exquisite illustration of a beautiful bird in flight. I gladly give Jesus all the glory and honor and praise, and I declare more to be done in His name! To this very moment, when I know someone is reading the book, I daily whisper your sweet name to Jesus as I pray. I’ve been honored and humbled, overwhelmed and positively undone over the work that Holy Spirit is doing in and through you. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried right along with you as you’ve shared your heart with me through emails, text messages and social media posts. Your victory over strongholds, lies that were exposed-then exchanged-for truth, and the beauty of discovering (or re-discovering) your true identity in Christ. I’ve praised God over your testimonies of reading the book. As breadcrumbs strewn throughout my grandmother’s yard were used to make a connection for me to the heart of The Father, He used sweet birds scattered throughout the pages of a beautiful book that He penned, all to connect my heart with yours. As a bonus, the tender turtledove made a cameo appearance as the model for loyalty and single-minded devotion, being compared to Mary Magdalene. In addition, the easily-overlooked raven, the easily-distracted magpie and the easily-mistaken mockingbird were examples for depression, comparison and words. To my great delight, the gentle sparrow, graceful swallow, misunderstood goose and magnificent peacock demonstrated how fear, apathy, malice and pride can be used by Satan to entrap us. So, when God called me to write a book last year, it wasn’t a far stretch that He designed Miss Taken Identity: Come out of the cage and fly into freedom with seven birds to serve as “flight” attendants. The breadcrumbs provided visual imagery of the connection between the ministry of creation with Creator, and as the beautiful birds would come to feed, my heart would feast as well. Early in life, I learned to look for beauty in their being, for grace in their glide, and for a Savior in their song. To her, the winged wonders were a glorious extension of God, and she was serving Him by feeding them. ![]() I vividly recall the fascination of being outside with my grandmother, watching as she would carefully tear scraps of bread into tiny pieces and then toss them into the air, being mindful to evenly distribute them throughout her yard so “everyone can have some”. I can honestly say that I don’t remember a time in my life that I didn’t love birds.
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