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I pray that this post finds you well and in good health in Jesus’ name. ¿Cómo estás?Many times I’ve considered writing a new blog post but it wasn’t yet time. Today is it. Last night this piece dropped into and now I must as the ladies from the Netflix show Sweet Magnolias say “Pour it out!”

Well since I did mention the show I am going to add that for those of you that follow HMA know how purposeful I am about my purity and what I allow in my gates. I had been anxiously (not really just excited for) awaiting the next season of Sweet Magnolias. Unfortunately for me there has been a shift in the writing and there is definitely far more sexually charged scenes. Do not get me wrong! God created sex for covenant. Sex is good. Intimacy is beautiful and displaying healthy marriages is extremely important especially in these wild times. For me to keep my flesh beaten down where it belongs, this season I can’t sit and freely watch these episodes over and over like I was able to in the past. Okay that’s that lol. I definitely didn’t plan to share any of that.

Love No Longer Lost

by Jana M. Gamble

Once upon each and every time love was lost my heart broken into pieces shattered across tear stained floors- layered on like makeup to cover up hidden memories and scars

I’d sit in the silence of my screaming thoughts of what I should’ve done, how I could’ve said and drowning in the weight I should have already lost

But there’s a funny thing called maturity that isn’t something that you just happen upon in sadness moments of what was, but it’s like a professional body builder that continues to work a muscle so intentionally with a forward vision that keeps the focus of now’s temptations at bay while diving deep into the trenches of the breaking of every tissue that it will take to build the Master’s physique into an earthly masterpiece  

It’s not tear stained cheeks from pondering about yesterday and yesteryear- what is and what wasn’t but a temple daily not trippin but dripping from the inside out being cleansed of the toxins that never should have been allowed to pollute this treasure that is you handcrafted by the King of kings- you… heaven come down living in flesh, yes sometimes dressed in sackcloth yet nevertheless eternal known as royalty, a king and priest.  

Because of the pre-season drills of my post season training I became healed in those cracked and fractured hidden places of me that used to be a chronic space of precision hitting- no blunt, forced trauma couldn’t miss

Yeah you see that tender hearted brick house built on foundations of sand that used to sink low beneath the sea slowly losing grip on what used to be invested into a timeless vetting program where the only bet is on this full house of cards I was always meant to be

So now love is no longer lost with me because texts, postcards, midnight prayers, day dreams, bended knees and breath under lips is a service of love- a life lived wholly and holy shining brightly so intentionally of the intimacy purposed daily hanging on that big toe of the One whose train fills the temple. It’s a monumental kind of a love. One that’s so much more like agape each day because my eyes are set upon a stone more valuable than ANY any mere human man would dare to dream to place upon my left hand promising til death with me.  

When you’ve learned MY Father’s kind of forgiveness you no longer turn the other cheek in the sheets or when you see them in the streets to avoid the flood of emotions tethered to them by those invisible webs of what never should’ve been or that was so good it hurts within…  

You just breathe. Wholly, slowly, controlled and with each inhale Yah and exhale weh you move the one in and out of you that should always be on full display.  

You experience rest in Him that knew no sin yet bore it all absorbing what should have been yours tattered and nailed to an old rugged cross stripped and unrecognizable and yet still sits on His throne each day unblemished, in all authority, glory and honor- with complete connectedness to His full humanity He intercedes for me. Unselfishly, He weeps for me!

Solid, still, steadfast in His righteous right hand I’m cradled by His grace and mercy- comforted, weightless because I’ve learned to drop all of my cares at his feet so that He can lift them up to the Father

He’s the greatest there ever will be of anglers. His strong arms cast my sins attached to His line further than I could ever bare to see- in the depths of the ocean

Oh how He sings and dances over me with the unimaginable compassion of His creation  

A majestic King dancing and delighting over me, desiring to be close to and forever loving on me! There’ll never be a greater love than that of He!  

So no, I’m not lying around crying over you. If I ever chose to love you it’s my parting gift I’ll leave with you- the aroma of my Father, my King, my Lord and Savior and I’m still happy that He made you because loving you healed another part of me. I leave you in peace and no longer me in pieces.  

Poem completed • 12:07am 07.09.2026

That’s that piece family! I pray that this has blessed you in a fresh way today and inspires you to step further into your healing – On Purpose! May Love be the loudest voice in your orbit in the mighty name of Jesus.

I love you. God loves you! Until next time.

Love & Blessings

Jana M. Gamble

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