Tọlá Belva

In the quiet of my soul, a gentle truth whispers: I am God’s sweetheart.

This simple yet profound statement is an anchor in a world that often tries to redefine who I am. To be God’s sweetheart means being cherished, loved beyond comprehension, and held in the tender hands of a Creator who shaped me with purpose.

I imagine God’s workshop, where I was crafted—not hurriedly or carelessly, but with a love so deep that every detail of my being was infused with divine intention. My soul? Made of gold, a reflection of His glory. My spirit? Flowing with milk and honey, symbols of abundance, purity, and sweetness. And then, the secret spices—His finest touch, unique to me, fragrant and mysterious, signifying the parts of me that no one else can replicate.

Gold is precious, unyielding, and radiant. It doesn’t tarnish but glows brighter under refining fire. Like gold, I am resilient. Trials may come to test and refine me, but they reveal the beauty and strength within. This gold isn’t just for me to admire—it’s a reflection of God’s light, meant to shine brightly for others to see.

Milk symbolizes nourishment, sustenance, and growth. Honey represents sweetness, joy, and delight. Together, they paint a picture of a life overflowing with God’s provision. Even when the world feels harsh, this inner flow reminds me that my source is divine, unshaken by circumstance.

Oh, the secret spices. These are the whispers of uniqueness, the quiet affirmations that there is no one like me. The spices are the talents, quirks, dreams, and stories that God tucked into my being. They are the essence that makes me stand out, the fragrance that lingers when I leave the room.

To walk in the knowledge that I am God’s sweetheart is to walk with my head high, my heart open, and my spirit at peace. It’s a bold declaration against a world that sometimes tries to strip me of worth. When doubts creep in, when voices of comparison try to shout louder than the truth, I remind myself of this divine composition.

I am gold—I reflect His glory.
I am milk and honey—I carry His sweetness and abundance.
I am His finest spice—a fragrance unique to His creation.

And so are you.

Let this be a reminder that you are loved beyond measure. You are crafted with care. You are a masterpiece of the Divine. Walk boldly as God’s sweetheart, carrying the richness of your identity into every corner of the world.

Because when you know who you are, nothing can shake who you are.