Monday, August 12, 2013

heavenly love

There are moments when being open and honest and authentic seem to be an impossible, severing task.

Times when it feels like you are exactly the kind of woman you vowed to never be—selfish, proud, and fearful.

Seconds soaked with fear and worry.

You were finally asked to reveal your naked soul, the ugly crevices in your mind, will, and emotions; to show just how dark and sinful you are.

Asked to pull off the mask of niceness and speak the thoughts and fears you never wanted to speak.

And you stand, shivering, waiting to see how you will be received.

You wait and wonder and feel that running away is the only probable solution; maybe you could change your name, your country, and go on through life without this pain by being alone and a stranger.
. . . 

Then the magnificient happens. He stays. They stay. He takes your hand. She speaks words of healing into your wounds.

And you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Jesus Christ just revealed Himself through this mortal person. The God of love showed Himself through the love offered.

The love which believes all things, endures all things, hopes all things and bears all things. 

And you know that it will be alright. That forgiveness and new chances are available. Hope springs forward, upward, into your soul and you rest in the full assurance of heavenly love.
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