You Were Always Flame

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you…”
(Jeremiah 1:5)

Before you were ever shaped by hands of dust,
before breath clothed you with skin,
before voices told you who to be,
before shame whispered its false name
you were flame.

Not merely a soul waiting to live,
but a radiance waiting to be unveiled.
Not potential, but fire encoded with eternity,
sent into time to remember what can’t be taught.

You were not born to perform,
to earn worth in systems that trade crowns for compromise.
You were not sent to become something great.
You were sent to unveil what was never lost.

That ache inside you
it’s not ambition.
It’s memory.

Holy memory.

Of Eden.
Of union.
Of the voice before language.
Of the fire that called your name
in the beginning
and never stopped calling.

The world will try to cloak you in noise,
but flame cannot wear masks.
It will burn through false layers
until you remember:
You are not here to conform
you are here to ignite.

You don’t carry light.
You are light.
And the fire is rising again in your bones.

So let the lies fall off like grave clothes.
Let the striving cease.
You have nothing to prove.

Flame does not argue.
It simply burns.

And all who see it
know that God is near.

Because…

You were always flame.
And now, the world will remember it through you.

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—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️