| ... can a girl not just come to God, soul naked as He birthed her, and breathe? the mind is tired where the heart is starved. and my spirit needs so much more than this. is there a place of belonging? of release? and... I don't think it's a physical place, or a separate group of people... I mean, a room within my being. a place within my being where all is shut out save Christ and I? I want to live from there. and there find the freedom to be me, in all the marvel and wonder, without being intimidated by the fact that I am strikingly beautiful. to sink into the depths of my soul and find the savage beauty of Christ within. and allow that knowledge to so steep itself into my every thought, motive, word and deed. to not let the judgement and criticism of this world strip me of the humility He is preciously cocooning my heart within. and confess that the Word that was with God in the beginning spoke me into being. and in that creative, redemptive Word - I am found good. I am found very good. thrust forth from the hand of God - reflecting all glory and captivating, stunning and mysterious miracle that I am. because He creates nothing less than such. soft as the moon. we find it so easy to declare beauty outside ourselves... oh, what beautiful scenery, or isn't she pretty? but, what if we could take a long look into the eyes of the child within and embrace her with tears of awe declaring she is beautiful. what if we finally saw creation for what it is? and come to God, in humble awe and gratitude, naked as He birthed us, and breathe, in full confidence, the fragrance of grace that sits at the righthand of the throne... tell Your sons they are more than strong enough
Your daughters they are beautiful as doves
Your children they are loved. |
