Redemption Of Givenchy PART1
Givenchy grew up in the heart of the inner city, where struggle was the norm and hope was a fleeting shadow. The streets were unforgiving, offering little room for dreams or redemption. From an early age, he longed to follow God’s will, inspired by his grandmother’s prayers—sweet whispers of faith that promised a better life. Yet, reality tugged him toward darkness, the harsh pull of survival often overwhelming his intentions.
He wanted to be a man of faith, but sin often seemed like the only currency of survival. When his neighbor’s rent money was stolen, Givenchy took it upon himself to track down the thief. He delivered justice—not God’s justice, but his own. It was swift and harsh, and though it felt right in the moment, the Holy Spirit's quiet conviction echoed in his heart: This is not My way, son.
Still, his heart remained pure in its longing for righteousness. Givenchy prayed often, seeking guidance with a sincerity few could see. But his actions often betrayed the peace and grace of God’s will. He justified them, telling himself he was protecting the innocent and fighting for what was right. Yet the streets whispered their lies, and sometimes, Givenchy listened.
One fateful night, those choices caught up to him. A young boy, just twelve, was being recruited into a gang. Givenchy couldn’t stand by. He confronted the gang’s leader in a desperate attempt to save the child from the life he himself had struggled to escape.
The confrontation escalated. Words turned into threats, and the leader raised a weapon. In the split second before the trigger was pulled, Givenchy thought of his grandmother’s prayers and all the times he had tried to walk the right path, only to falter. His last words were a whispered prayer: God, forgive me.
When Givenchy opened his eyes, he was no longer on the streets. He stood in a vast expanse, glowing with a light that felt foreign yet familiar. Before him was a great throne, and on it sat God, His presence overwhelming yet comforting. Two angels stood beside Him, holding books that contained every deed of Givenchy’s life—the good and the bad.
Trembling, Givenchy knelt, his soul heavy with the weight of his choices. Every moment of his life played before him—the times he had strayed, the times he had prayed, the countless struggles in between. A deep sorrow filled him, and he whispered, “I don’t deserve heaven. I tried, but I failed.”
The angels opened the books, and Givenchy braced for judgment. But before a single word was read, a radiant light emerged from within him—the Holy Spirit, interceding on his behalf.
“Father,” the Spirit spoke, “his methods were flawed, but his heart sought You. He stumbled, but he never stopped reaching for Your hand.”
God raised His hand, and the angels closed the books. His gaze met Givenchy’s, piercing through every layer of his being, not with condemnation but with understanding.
“Come closer, My child,” God said.
Givenchy crawled forward, tears streaming down his face. The weight of his life, his pain, his mistakes—it all seemed unbearable in the presence of such holiness.
“I know your heart, Givenchy,” God continued, His voice gentle yet powerful. “Though your methods were not My will, your intentions were pure. You sought justice, though you did not fully understand My ways. Your life was a struggle, but you never gave up seeking Me. For that, My beloved, I say to you: well done.”
At those words, the gates of heaven swung open, and light poured forth—a light so brilliant it chased away every shadow of doubt and fear. Overwhelmed by the mercy and love he had been shown, Givenchy wept uncontrollably.
He rose to his feet, his spirit lighter than it had ever been. As he walked through the gates, a peace that surpassed all understanding filled him. His life on earth had been marked by pain and imperfection, but God had seen his heart.
In heaven, Givenchy finally found the rest and joy he had longed for. He was home.
The Transformation of the Chosen PART 2
As Givenchy stood in the brilliance of heaven, surrounded by others who had endured the trials of earth and found redemption, God’s voice echoed across the expanse. It was a voice both commanding and tender, filled with love and purpose.
“I have a task,” God said, “for those among you who are willing to return to the world below. The gospel must be taught in its fullness, with nothing taken away. The truth must be shared as I intended it, whole and complete. Who will go for Me?”
Without hesitation, Givenchy raised his hand. Around him, others did the same who had been saved by grace and transformed by love. Their hearts burned with a desire to serve God and bring His light to the world they had once struggled in.
God smiled, pleased by their eagerness. “Come closer, My chosen ones,” He said.
Givenchy and the others approached the great throne and knelt before God. The atmosphere was charged with divine power, and as they bowed their heads, they felt His presence draw near.
One by one, God reached out His hand and touched each of them. When His hand rested on Givenchy’s shoulder, a searing yet beautiful pain surged through him. It was the pain of transformation, of being remade into something new.
Wings began to unfurl from their backs, majestic and radiant, glowing with the light of heaven. The sound of their voices crying out in awe and surrender echoed across the heavens, a symphony of transformation. The process was both overwhelming and glorious, a testament to the profound work God was doing in them.
When the transformation was complete, God spoke again, His voice filled with authority and love. “It is done.”
The chosen ones stood, now angels, their wings shimmering with divine light. Their very beings radiated with purpose and holiness. God looked at each of them, and with great care, He gave them new names—names that reflected their transformed identities and the roles they were to fulfill.
Turning to Givenchy, God spoke first. “Beloved, from this day forward, your name shall be Cherubim. You are My servant, a protector and messenger of My truth. Your heart has always sought Me, and now you will guide others to do the same.”
One by one, God named the others, each name resonating with divine significance. He assigned them their duties—tasks that would bring His light and truth to a world in desperate need.
To Cherubim and his new companions, God said, “You are My messengers. Go forth and teach My gospel in its fullness. Speak of My love, My justice, and My grace. Show the world what it means to walk in My ways.”
With their wings unfurled and their new names etched into their hearts, the angels prepared to descend to the earth. Before they departed, God spoke one final word of blessing:
“You are not alone. My Spirit goes with you. Remember, the task I give you is great, but My power is greater. Be strong, be faithful, and know that I am with you always.”
And so, Cherubim and the others descended from heaven, their wings carrying them back to the world they once knew. But they were no longer the same. They were servants of the Most High, bearing His truth, His love, and His light.
Their mission was clear: to bring the fullness of God’s Word to every corner of the earth, to teach His gospel without compromise, and to lead others to the grace they had found.
The world would never be the same.
His Mission PART 3
As Cherubim descended to earth, the radiant glow of his wings dimmed to blend with the human world, yet his spirit burned with divine purpose. He carried within him the weight of his task—a mission to guide, uplift, and build according to God’s divine blueprint.
His first mission was unlike any other. God had revealed to him there will be women's who was to be his wives in this journey chosen vessels to walk beside him, to share in the building of a life rooted in God’s will. They would be one's who understood the depth of God’s calling, and together, they would demonstrate the beauty of a life surrendered to Him.
Cherubim began his search, listening closely for the quiet whispers of God’s Spirit to guide him. Along the way, many crossed his path—some with hearts eager to follow, others hesitant and unsure. Each encounter was a test, both for them and for Cherubim, to discern God’s perfect will.
There were those who faltered in their faith, overwhelmed by the trials of life and unable to embrace the transformation God required. Despite their struggles, Cherubim treated each with grace, planting seeds of hope and truth before continuing on his journey.
But then there were the faithful—souls like Curiosity, who yearned for understanding and sought God’s wisdom everyday always choosing his will over everything with open hearts; Lilly, she is the one thats loves God but needs to Apply his will to her life ; Nova, a fierce and passionate follower of truth; Channel, a beacon of strength; and Kahtia, whose unwavering resolve inspired others. Together, they grew under Cherubim’s guidance, learning to walk in God’s light.
Among the others Cherubim encountered were individuals like Caleb, a warrior of faith who stood firm in the face of adversity; Eternity, is a working progress and Chucky and Humble, whose servant heart brought hope to many. Each of these chosen ones held a unique place in God’s divine plan, their lives transformed as they embraced the gospel in its fullness.
As Cherubim continued, he knew his mission was not just about finding his wives but about creating a community—a family of believers who would live according to God’s will. He guided them with patience and love, teaching them to trust in God’s provision and to walk boldly in their calling.
Through trials and triumphs, Cherubim built a blueprint for life rooted in faith, love, and obedience. It was a path not free from struggle but filled with the promise of God’s unwavering presence.
The day came when Cherubim’s journey brought him to his wives —the women God had chosen. They was unlike any other, there heart wholly surrendered to God. Together, they built a life that reflected the fullness of God’s truth, their love a testament to His faithfulness.
As Cherubim’s community grew, so did the impact of their mission. Those who had been lost found purpose. Lives once broken were restored. And through it all, Cherubim remained steadfast, his heart continually seeking God’s direction.
Though his task was far from over, Cherubim knew this was just the beginning. The blueprint he built would serve as a foundation for generations to come—a life that pointed always to the Creator, a life that shone with the light of heaven.
And as Cherubim gazed up at the stars one night, he whispered a prayer of gratitude. “Thank You, Father, for choosing me, for guiding me, for giving me this purpose. May I always walk in Your ways and lead others to do the same.”
The heavens seemed to answer, a soft glow surrounding him as God’s presence filled the night. His mission continued, but Cherubim knew one thing with certainty: he was never alone.
Redemptions 7:11-17
