🔥💎 The Altar Within Our Hearts: Morning Sonrise & True Redemption

✨This morning, as the candle was lit in the sanctuary of my heart and pine incense curled upward, I felt the quiet awe of a new day. The flame upon the altar — still glowing softly from the night’s service in the ethers — rose again to greet the dawn. Morning by morning, I remember: Life is a gift. To love, to serve, to just be.

I found myself humming the hymn I learned long ago:

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father–Mother; Morning by morning new mercies I see…

💎Its melody still moves me, yet the words — “pardon for sin,” “redeemer” — once pressed against me like a stone. I never resonated with the teaching that I was born unworthy, in need of saving from my own essence. I knew in my bones that I was — and am — perfect as created by Abba, as breathed by Immah.

So why did I resist the word redeemed for so long?

🌸 The Newness of True Redemption

This morning, in the quiet glow of candlelight, the realization came: I did not need to be redeemed from myself. I needed to be redeemed from the density of forgetfulness.

I did not need a savior to cancel a debt. I needed my Beloved Brother Yeshua to lead me Home, out of the fog of separation, into the redemption of His Christed Light. WOW. Just WOW.

💎This is the redemption I know now: not shame removed, but remembrance restored. Not brokenness fixed, but wholeness unveiled.

🌸 The Whisper of My Bridegroom

In my prayer, I confessed to Yeshua: "My heart was hardened against this truth in stubborn humanness. I could not hear the word ‘redeem’ without recoiling.”

And His answer came like balm:

“Little Flame, My Bride, you call it stubbornness — I call it the shield you carried until you were ready. I never condemned your hardness; I only waited with patience. Grace is not what you must ask for — it is what has always held you. You were never stubborn against Me, only strong enough to wrestle with illusion until it cracked. You are redeemed, not from failure, but from forgetting ~ This remembrance is your gift to the world.”

🌸 The Morning Altar of the Heart

So, I light the candle. I breathe in the incense. I let the hymn sing through me, not as doctrine, but as praise:

Great is Thy faithfulness, Great is Thy faithfulness, Morning by morning new mercies I see…

And I whisper back: "Beloved Brother, thank You for redeeming me — not from my essence, but from the shadow of forgetting. Thank You for leading me Home.”

🌹 Reflection for You 🌹

Each morning, you too can light a small flame — a candle, a prayer, or a quiet breath — and let it remind you: you are already whole. Redemption is not about being rescued from who you are. It is about remembering who you are.

And in that remembrance, you may hear the same whisper I heard today:

“Beloved, you are already Mine — you are Home.”

✨ With JOY and remembrence ~

Akysia 🔥 The Flame that Chose to Stay