Army Vest and Jeans

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Happy Tuesday! I hope you are having a great day. If you're having a rough one, my prayer is that you will find something beautiful to focus on, in the midst of it all. I pray that you will cling on to hope that anything you're going through is not in vain. That God CAN turn ANY situation into something good for you. No tear will be wasted.

STYLE TIP : 
Striped shirts are a staple you can count on! They are so versatile and you can pretty much pair them with anything. I love the variety in this red one. I've had black and white ones but I like to use a little color! 

SHOP THIS LOOK
Red Striped Tee-Shirt: (HERE
Distressed Boyfriend Jeans: (HERE) & similar (HERE) 
Military Vestsimilar (HERE)
Black Lace Up Flats: similar (HERE

**Remember you don't NEED to have what I do to look beautiful. You probably can do this look with things already from your wardrobe, these are just guidelines to help you find your OWN style that works for you and your budget.


FROM MY HEART: 
I want to share a really beautiful moment in my life with you guys. I don't know if this is your first time here or if you've been reading for a while. Whatever the case maybe, here's what I'd love to share. For the past five years or so I've been struggling a lot with anxiety, fear, and depression. I was on a journey of healing and a lot of crud had to be processed out of my heart, mind and soul. It was messy. It was difficult. Somedays I didn't know if I would ever have a normal life again. But through God's strenght and powerful word (the Bible) I have been healed. OF SO MUCH. I can't even tell you how much habitual sin I was dealing with, but God has delivered me from the pit of hell, and he is delivering me into my destiny.  I believe he has lifted my depression and anxiety. I KNOW I will be a work in progress until I die, but a part of me has died. The part that was depressed and lifeless. 

I fasted and prayed for the first time in my life from Good Friday to Easter.  I prayed fervently for God to deliver me from the residual depression I was holding on to. I think I had had it for so long that it began to be a close toxic friend. I wanted him to get me out of it. I had already worked through so much grieving of so many things, forgiven so many people, including myself, but I was still holding on to the past. I felt him whispering into my soul that I had to let go. So I prayed like it was my job. I planned on breaking my fast after church service on Easter. Well, God had other plans. He woke me up around midnight and spoke into my spirt letting me know he had healed me,  that I could go and have some bread as my communion. So I walked downstairs and had some delicious bread with peanut butter. It tasted so good! 

Tears fell down my face as I took each little bite. I felt a warmth and love I can't describe!  

I tell you that before I knew God,  reading a story like this would make me feel so uncomfortable. How can God do things like wake people up, talk to them, direct them to do things? It seems like a stretch. Until you experience it. The experience was one of the most beautiful things I've have ever been through. I have taken communion at church many a time. But there was something so, so, so special in doing it in the privacy of my home and in the intimacy of God. He died that I would be cleansed of all my sin. Including what I had been wronged from. He proposed a very difficult question to me. "Do you trust that I will defend you, even when you don't defend yourself?" I couldn't answer yes, so I prayed that he would forgive me of my unbelief. He showed me that even though he tried,  people who stole my innocence didn't listen to his convictions, HOWEVER, he died for their sin on the cross.  He displayed the ultimate sacrifice for me. He died that I might live with a dignity that can NOT BE TAKEN FROM ME, no matter what I go through. He did defend me. Maybe not in specific sporadic occasions like I would have thought. But he laid his life on the cross so that I would believe in the hope to which he has called me to. To lift up other little girls in prayer that they might also heal like I have. o show his glory through my life. I hope that if you're reading this and you've been hurt in any way, that you would trust and turn your energy into laying it all down at his feet where you can be restored from the inside out. You don't have to know anything for the process to start, you don't even have to believe. All you have to do is surrender. There's freedom. So much freedom. I love you. 

xo, 
Libier