Life, when it’s real, is messy.
It doesn’t always look like postcards, fashion magazine pages, red carpet photos and movie reels.
It challenges the neat little box of what we think life should look and feel like.
Spurring us on to dig deeper, to be more honest with ourselves, others and more importantly, you.
In our messiness, you don’t cast us off or throw us away; you desire to draw us closer. To show us how you see us, the people around us and situations we face.
You engage us to love on us, give light, necessary correction and always direction to our path.
You never turn away. You’re always there, waiting for us.
You remind and reassure us that while we’re not perfect, we’re perfectly loved.
Every tear has a story. Some tears are shed in sadness, repentance, anger or joy.
Yet, some tears fall because of standing in the awesome presence of God.
Overwhelmed by his grace, mercy and amazing love, the saturation of his spirit in
our hearts is expressed in uncontainable tears.
No matter the reason, tears are cleansing for the soul.
Before making assumptions or judgements, know the story.
Steady as she goes, in times of joy and woe, seeking God’s face and
purpose. For nothing is done by chance or coincidence; there’s meaning in it
all. Always believing, even when it’s hard or doesn’t make sense. Ever
reaching and looking toward the sunrise. Stumbling at times, steady as she
Gems all around; diamonds, sapphires, rubies and pearls. Do you handle them with care or treat them commonly because they’ve been scattered about for so long? Would you flush a diamond down the toilet? Throw emeralds and garnets out the window?
Ah, but those garnets, not the typical red. Rich mahogany, spicy like cinnamon with a hint of honey when the light catches them just so, are uncommon.
The girl with garnet eyes stands before you. While eyes are on her, her gaze is fixed only on you. Eyes that close in prayer, fighting for you. Eyes that cry in the night, wiping away tears at dawn with hope and faith. Her love for you isn’t past tense; it is present and it is future. Will you recognize and cherish the jewel in your hand or let it slip away?