Victorious—to win, to conquer. To have won, to achieve, to have victory, to triumph. But it is also to battle—especially when we don’t feel victorious.
I stand on the promises of God in my life.
But transformation had to take place.
A metamorphosis is taking place—and it will continue to take place within me.
The me that hides behind the clothing or makeup.
The one no one sees.
Romans 12:2
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind (cleaning up the clutter), that you may prove what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”
(Think about what you’re thinking about.)
To be transformed is to undergo a thorough or dramatic change in form, appearance, or character. A condition. A change of my very nature. A change at the heart of who I am. I was made new.
2 Corinthians 5:17
“I am a new creation; the old has passed away.”
I was born again (1 Peter 1:23).
I became a child of God (John 1:12 — “But as many as received Him, to them He gave the power to become the daughters of God”).
What you see today is a work in progress that began 23 years ago.
I am not perfect by any means.
I am me—at times too loud, too much.
But I am me. I am unique—unlike anyone else.
There’s no one else like me!
Today, I am winning the battle for my soul.
I tell on myself.
(Don’t be too proud to tell on yourself—to yourself.)
I don’t play games. Where you are going to spend eternity matters to me.
Fifteen years ago, the Lord spoke to my heart and whispered,
“You weren’t created to fit in, but to stand out.” I am to swim against the current that is trying to take us down.
I didn’t just get clean from addiction, mental illness, or jail.
I wasn’t just delivered from the morgue.
The Lord Himself delivered me—and set me free.
Jonah (2002)
“In my distress, I called out to the Lord, and he answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help and you listened to my cry” that’s the scripture the Lord used to wake me up.
There’s a big difference between being clean and being free. When you are clean you walk through life expecting to get dirty, you work hard in order to stay clean, afraid that you may fall; but when you are Free, you walk in victory and Godfidence.
The Lord broke the chains that were holding me back.
He silenced the voices that tormented me.
He removed the smell and shadows that followed me.
I am no longer bound—I am loosed.
But the big difference is:
I am a loosed woman for God—going into places only He could send me.
Today, I walk in the freedom I have found in Him.
My Godfidence comes from Him.
He placed my feet on solid ground.
My rock bottom became the foundation on which I now stand firm.
I was raised from the ashes.
The Lord saved me—but prayer kept me.
He changed me and gave me a new name, a new purpose, and a calling.
I am clay in His hands—for His purpose.
I am becoming who He created me to be.
First of all, I am a daughter.
A wife.
A mother.
A voice for the voiceless.
A bridge.
A hand.
A carrier of His glory.
There is no one like me.
God broke the mold when He fashioned me.
(Each of us was fashioned, formed, shaped, framed, and crafted—God took His time with every single one of us.)
My value comes from Him.
My worth comes from Him.
People, things, and places do not define who I am in Him.
It is not in me, but through me.
I gave myself away so He could use me.
God is waiting on you, so you could walk also Victoriously.
Blessings
Ivette Diaz-Yee@
May 2025