Grafted in

This is my baby girl olive. She is 5 years old. She had a sad beginning but you know what? It lead her to our family💕

We drove to Bakersfield when she was only 8 weeks old to adopt her. She was rescued from a terrible back yard breeder. He said she was “damaged” and released her to the rescue group.

By damaged he was referring to her left ear which was severed by her mother accidentally.

The breeder had her mother cooped up in a small kennel the morning of olives birth on a very cold October morning. Three of her siblings somehow moved out of the cage that morning and olives mother did everything she could to save them. They did not survive because of the cold.

Olives ear was cut in the process because her mom was trying to claw her way out of the cage to get to her babies.

Olives beginning was sad but God restored her. She may have lost an ear but she gained a family that adores her. And she would have most likely been bought by a very nice family had she not been injured but I’m so thankful for all the heart lessons God has used her to teach me.

Even if we are wounded or have suffered loss, He has a beautiful story of restoration ahead.

Someone needs you as much as you need them.

There is always hope.

You can be grafted into any family through love.

Some may label us as “damaged”, but Those that are most important say we are more than enough.

I remember the moment I saw olive on an adoption site. She was so little and at first I didn’t even notice her ear was missing. Most people don’t. I saw her and I felt the lord pull on my heart.

Funny to think that God would talk to you about a Dog but He’ll use anything to get our attention. He’s always talking.

I felt he wanted us to adopt her and name her olive. Olive is short for olive branch. There is a story that describes how we as Gentiles have been grafted in like a “wild olive branch” and we now have access to God’s promises. (Romans chapter 11) .

It all seemed a bit far from reach and I only shared what I felt the Holy Spirit was speaking to me to Bryan.

We set out to adopt her on December 28th 2012.. we drove 6+ hours to where she was living. All I had was an address.

We arrived to Bakersfield and It was my first time there.
Do you know what the main road leading to her neighborhood was called????
Olive Branch road?!!! What?!
My heart lept. I had herd from God. We took the left as directed by our map and you know what we saw?!
A HUGE church titled “Olive Branch Church”! And to top it off there was a rainbow off in the distance behind the church. ( rainbows are a sign of Gods promises!)
OK. It was clear. We were exactly where we were meant to be in this little pup was ours. Not because she was cute. But because God had divinely planned for HER to be grafted into her family.
Adopted.
Chosen on purpose
Damaged? Nope. Injured? Yes. But beautifully ours.
So if you feel Damaged, tossed aside, unwanted even. Know that the God of all creation has an extraordinary plan for you. He loves you and you my friend have been chosen on purpose z created for a purpose and He longs to graft you into His family 💕
xo
Dawnya

 

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The best new response!

Learning, growing and blooming! Always always 👏🏼🙌🏼🌱🌿💐🌻🌼🌸🌺
Recently I have fallen in love with learning how to say “I don’t know?” Anyone else?! It’s one of my favorite responses now.
“I don’t know?”

This answer usually highlights an area I need to grow in or learn more about. More powerfully it can release me from the responsibility of needing to have the answer. It allows a pause in any given situation. In a culture of “I want it now” the “I don’t know” answer slows things down long enough for us to think before we speak. Anyone else guilty of speaking before thinking?

Sometimes no response is us agreeing silently, an “I don’t know” vocalizes our uncertainty but neither places in agreement or disagreement. It says “I don’t have to be right” and “I do not need to have all the answers”.

 
Friends! Their is freedom in the “I don’t know”. Try it. I think you’ll like it

xx,

Dawnya

You Belong Here

You Belong Here.
These words filled my heart and mind last Saturday evening and they are still making my heart pause and take note.
Last Saturday evening I went to a high class restaurant for dinner to celebrate my Mama in laws birthday. The kind of restaurant where you only hear the faint sounds of conversations and silverware wrestling in the background. Where the waitstaff are in suit and ties, the place setting is that of off a movie scene and the price of a steak is not questioned because you know it is going to be good.
High class restaurant and I wore ripped jeans. Ripped?

I felt beautiful ten minutes ago when we left the hotel room? What had changed?

An uneasiness settled over me with every passing guest dressed in a gown and slacks. My head started to fall, my eyes slowly found there way to the floor. Every smile shown my way I questioned.

“Right this way” the hostess lead and my heart grew more anxious.

Seated at our table with the most elegant place stettings my eyes still found it hard to make eye contact with the staff. Embarrassed by my ripped jeans and jean jacket a napkin was gently placed in my lap and I felt undeserving.
But then I herd His voice in my heart as clear as my father speaking encouragement into my deepest fears…

“You Belong Here.”

I looked up. As if I was looking for him to be standing there before me. And I smiled as I herd him say again but a bit gentler this time. “You Belong here.”

I felt my shoulders relax and my smile return. My head rose and my eyes no longer grazed the floor.

I belonged. No one had told me otherwise. I had decided it for myself. In my own thoughts. Wrapped up in my own fears and feelings of unworthiness I decided I did not belong.

“You Belong Here.”

That’s all it took. One word of truth and I was free. Free from shame. Free from worry. Free from fear.

May seem small but lies usually begin small. They are just as dangerous small as they are fully formed.

So the next time you find yourself shrinking back, looking down, convincing yourself your unworthy or even unwanted, stop and remind yourself, “You Belong Here”.

You absolutely Belong Here.

xx

Dawnya

New Beginnings

Do you ever find yourself in a position where you are having to make a fresh beginning but that really wasn’t your intention? Sometimes whether we choose to or not a fresh start or new beginning is staring down at us and we are left with little choice but to either take that first step or stand frozen in uncertainty. This blog. This fresh start, although not my intention to begin again is my new beginning. My first step and it begins here.

I had a website and a blog. One that I was proud of. One that I worked extremely hard to create and pave a way in unfamiliar territory but I let it go. Why? I find myself here asking the same question. If I would have paid the hosting bill last august or even the bill with the penalty fees in November I would still have that beautiful blog and website with all my work, all my photography posts displayed beautifully for visitors to see. But its gone. I did not pay the bill nor the penalty fees so my blog and website disappeared into the world-wide web abyss as I call it. All the posts and images I so diligently loaded and posted to share with the world are gone. I was informed yesterday that I would be unable to retrieve that work and I would in fact need to begin again. I felt an ache in my heart at the thought of all the work gone. It took me months to create it and hours upon hours of work after its debut to keep it up and running. Gone. But I allowed it to happen. Why?

I have been asking myself this question and have come up with multiple answers but there is only one at the root of it all. I am addicted to approval. I need affirmation and encouragement and a cheer section to continue with anything that is challenging. That’s the bottom line. I have found it difficult to walk in confidence and be able to affirm myself. Even more I have elevated the approval and opinions of others over Gods opinion of myself, my walk, my dreams, desires and destiny for far to long.

So today, I begin again. Uncertain of what the future holds. Uncertain of how this blog and website will look or where it will lead. But today I am confident of only one thing. That I am to take a step. I am to write. I am to share my story. I am to live a life of honesty and truth and reveal to the world what is behind the smile.

xx

Dawnya