” In the quiet of our hearts we felt heaven’s promise that we are never alone; for divine love walks beside us like a faithful companion. Our life is held within something larger, sacred, loving and to be joyous is our gift to the world. “

The weight is shifting, the burden is lifting, your endurance is met by divine assistance. Gratitude carried you through pressure. You preserved who you are, refused to lose yourself. Not unseen to God – A steadfast reward rests over you, not how much you can carry any more, but how you allow him to carry you. You were not meant to function and endure you are finally allowed to breathe, allowing HEAVEN to take good care of you!

These stunning images and inspired writings are the work of a friend who lives in Gansbaai, Western Cape SA – Mariette van der Westhuizen.

The sea teaches the soul: even after restless waves, the water always returns to stillness. When the heart finds a quiet place to speak, the soul naturally remembers it’s peace. With childlike joy I feel the pure magic of my Creator, every evening becomes a hidden gallery of gifts and treasures. I walk in a river of jewels and on a carpet of tiny stars, the memory of seeing precious sunsets is guiding me home. Thank you Lord for reflecting our beautiful radiant souls back to us in soft pink and shades of grey…

As the sun bows low and fades from sight, I rest my soul in sacred light. The day is done, it’s burdens released. And in YOUR PRESENCE, I find my peace…

Wrap me Lord in soft embrace, Let stillness fill this Holy space. Calm every thought, sooth every care, I breath in love, exhale all fear.

May gentle dreams like feathers fall, and healing whispers touch my all. Through silent night, your angels stay. Guiding my heart till break of day…

Softly the waves whisper to my soul, a sacred rhythm, making me whole. Each step I take upon the sand, feels like Grace within God’s hand. The sky melts gold into the sea, a quiet prayer surrounding me. In every breath in every view, I find my peace in finding you…

The day folds softly into gold, a quite hush, a story told…sun kissed skies release their light, and candle dreams within the night. All that was, now gently sighs, drifting where the stillness lies. In sacred peace the heart can see – all is held and all is free.

Most sacred things stay not because we cling… but we allow them to flow through us like the tide. Let it breathe within you, let it warm your chest, soften your thoughts and carry you into a peaceful rest. Be wrapped in the calm of this moment and time – A quiet hug, a steady presence, and a tender goodnight…

In amber hush the day lets go, gold melts gentle into slow. Pink whispers drift where heartbeats feel the quiet truth… the soul made real. A little seal by shoreline stays, eyes like peace in twilight rays, and in that stillness soft and deep God smiles upon the waking sleep.

Softly, so softly His love falls tonight, not in thunder, not in fire but in blushes of pink spilled across the sky. It rests upon your shoulders, like a whisper that remembers your name, like a kiss placed gently on the forehead of your spirit. Look how the heavens do not rush, they unfold, they breath and they become. So too does His love. It does not force, it settles deep like evening light on quiet water, like peace finding it’s way home inside your chest.

In this sacred hush you are held, not by hands but by something eternal, something that has always known how beautiful you are, His own… And as the sky turns rose tonight, he is saying without words without end — “I AM HERE, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN…REST IN ME.”

We are old souls, dust of stars wrapped in gold, walking softly through time with eternity tucked inside our chests. We have known the ache of distance, the long road of remembering, yet every step has been a whisper – Home…come Home… And now the gates glow golden, the air alive with love unending, where the bridegroom waits in quiet joy calling each by name only heaven knows. A white stone rests in our hands, a new name carved in light, secrets of who we have always been, held in His knowing eyes so bright. We sit at the table of forever, old souls no longer wondering but gathered whole and shining much stronger at the wedding feast of the Lamb. A special guest at His table, is who I am.