Celia A. Miller

‘His’ Identity Series #5. I was reminded today that although I like to make my own plans, it’s ultimately Jesus that directs my steps and opens doors. My only job is to show up and be authentically myself and then watch Him work. Sis, it’s the same exact concept when it comes to cultivating an intimate relationship with God.  That’s what our next topic is in our identity series; how to cultivate an intimate relationship with the Creator so we can actually allow Him to speak into our lives and hand us our identity as His.  You know the drill, Sister, so here we go… So far, we’ve covered: The…

‘His’ Identity Series #4. Welcome to session 4 of ‘His,’ Sis! If you’ve made it this far, I pray that you are beginning to feel confident, safe and secure in who He created you to be; His. In the past few weeks, we’ve discussed a lot! Here are a few of the highlights: The deep need for an intimate relationship with Jesus and His pure heart toward us. The soul weeds, or lies, that we believe, which may be keeping us from an unhindered relationship with Him.  The importance of knowing the sound of His voice.  Sis, stepping into our rightful identity as His, is a continual work in progress…

‘His’ Identity Series #3.  This is what the Lord says: “Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh and whose heart turns away from the Lord. That person will be like a bush in the wastelands; they will not see prosperity when it comes. They will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives.  But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves…

‘His’ Identity Series #2. Welcome to session two of ‘His’, Sis! I hope you’ve grabbed your favorite caffeinated beverage, your coziest blanket, and are ready to draw closer to the true heart of Jesus and your chosen identity as His alone.  Before we jump into this week’s topic, I want to give you a quick update on my Peony bush. Despite my annoying impatience, she has decided to take her sweet ole time and slowly blossom. There is only the faintest hint of a petal peeling from its bud, but finally showing evidence that blooming has gently begun!  The weeds that I pulled the last time we chatted have not…

‘His’ Identity Series #1. This might surprise you, but I actually enjoy working in the yard, tending our flowers, and even pulling the weeds. In fact, before I sat down to dive into this week’s topic related to our identity in Him, I wasn’t surfing Amazon, as my bank account might otherwise imply. Rather, I was removing the weeds that had invaded the space of my favorite blush pink Peony bush. There’s something simply satisfying about uprooting patches of green that have begun to take up space and hide the beauty of my Peony bush. And that’s what we’re seeking to do in this series. With Jesus’s graceful guidance, we…

June is my favorite month out of the whole year for two reasons. Reason number one; it’s the month I married my best friend and gave him my whole heart for the rest of my life. Reason number two; It’s Peony season… and yes, my wedding bouquet absolutely mirrored my obsession with this flower! Did you know that Peonies represent good fortune and prosperity in marriage? Sis neither did I!  Until after I got married and posted my wedding photos on Facebook, where someone pointed it out to me… who would’ve thought?! Aside from that random, fun fact, Peonies also symbolize beauty and fragility, and that great reward only comes…

When life gets heavy and anxiety starts to make its way into my mind where peace should live, I run. Literally, and physically, I run.  As an Enneagram 8 who craves intensity, I find my release when I move my body. So I reach for my headphones, throw on my running shoes, press ‘play’ on that Spotify playlist, and head for the door. The second my feet hit the pavement, my mind goes blank to the world around me as I focus only on the road ahead, and that’s when I temporarily find a rhythm of peace. That momentary distraction has the power to change the course of my entire…

I was taught at a very early age not to interrupt. If my parents were discussing something, and I came barreling down the stairs with the request to walk down to the neighbor’s house to swim, my dad would tilt his head down at me, narrowing his eyes, and in his deep infamous voice say,  ”Do not interrupt me. You can wait until your mother and I are done talking.” Well, shoot.  So, there I would sit – or probably stand obnoxiously close because I’m overly persistent when I want something – and wait. At the time I would think, what’s the big deal, just let me ask my question……