I need to ask you for GRACE; a grace period.
I will share with you about my encounter with the Pursuer of my heart as soon as I can, but right now, He has me enfolded in a group of women from my past, and let me tell you: chains are being broken, prison doors opened, and BRAVEHEARTS are being called to arms.
“He makes my feet like hinds’ feet, and sets me on my high places. He trains my hands for battle, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.” (2 Samuel 22:34-35)
I do not want to miss a moment of what He’s doing, and my heart is stirred up over the things He’s revealing. It’s been like the tide rolling in and out as our emotions rise and fall, as we laugh and cry, play games and eat good food, reminisce about beauty and goodness and faithfulness, and mourn over innocence lost and brokenness.
But His Word promises that “A bruised reed He will not break and a dimly burning wick He will not extinguish; He will faithfully bring forth justice.” (Isaiah 42:33)
Well, we bruised reeds are bending and flexing with the ebb and flow of this tide while holding onto each other, and we are learning that sometimes burning dimly is all we can do alone, but together–TOGETHER–our dimly-burning wicks shine like the full moon in the darkest night.
And to of each one of us–each one of you–He says, “Who is this that grows like the dawn, as beautiful as the full moon, as pure as the sun, as awesome as an army with banners?” (Song of Solomon 6:10)
Yes, this is how God sees me, even now, even today, with my wounds exposed, my failures on display, my fears made known, and my dreams laid out raw on the table.
To Him I am beautiful.
“How beautiful you are, my beloved. How beautiful you are!” (Song of Solomon 1:15)