From birth to death, God uses the ups and downs we face as a
means of building character, instilling integrity while
administering refining grace to shape us into the people He
created us to be, if we’re willing. No matter how old we are, it’s
exciting to know that He isn’t finished yet. If you’re still
breathing, there’s still opportunity.
There’s strength in admitting where you’re weak and that you
need the Spirit of God to intervene. It’s where reality meets and is
overridden by God’s ability and willingness to do more than we
can ask or think. A warrior doesn’t fight and go forth in his or her
own strength; they go forth in the spirit of their King.
So he said to me,”This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by
might, nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. –
Zechariah 4:6 (NIV)
Diamonds and pearls. Silver and gold. Veils and tiaras. A veil covers more than a bride’s face from her intended; it is the covering of deceit to two women. Just a smidgen of truth interwoven with a ton of lies, but I found and unraveled the thread. Empty promises carried in vessels of words flowed effortlessly from your lips.
When confronted with the truth, the mask became hot and you started to sweat. Realizing your ultimate goal wouldn’t be accomplished, defensiveness and angry insults spilled forth, though you tried to reel them back. It’s too late; peek-a-boo, I see you!
No longer blind, the warrior’s eyes are focused on what’s real and her legs are strong for the journey forward. She knows it’ll be a hard road, but it is better than being where God isn’t. With back straight and head held high, she embraces the Truth, for it has set her free.
She was lost in thought. In a grocery store, delightfully distracted by the tasks before her. Oblivious to what’s going on around her, she suddenly became aware of a presence, the kind you feel when you realize you’re being watched. She looked up and into the eyes of the man whose very existence used to bring such joy, peace and assurance.
He began to speak; clumsy small talk, stumbling down the road of an explanation of their last conversation. He told her how much he missed her. He spoke. She listened. At the end of his words, his eyes searched hers for a response. She began to speak words she hadn’t verbalized to anyone but her God and her own heart. She told him she didn’t miss him, because the man she loved didn’t exist; he was what he projected and what she wanted to believe. The woman stated that while his actions were disrespectful and unconscionable, she had to take responsibility for enabling him.
She realized the pain that he inflicted on her and others are a mirror of the turmoil roiling inside of him and in an attempt to quench the desire for unconditional love and acceptance, he sought comfort and validation in money, career accomplishments and women. His need was never-ending, insatiable in its hunger for more, but the only thing that would truly satisfy him is the love of Christ. Her statement was not sanctimonious or condemning, but said from a heart that understood like never before that she needs the same for herself. She was beginning to really get that He is the only one who should have her heart completely and only out of that love could she truly love. Her focus is on loving Jesus more and without abandon and that the man God has for her would be doing the same for himself.
Looking into the man’s stunned eyes, the woman told him she forgave him and this was a lesson she had to learn. In order to understand what true love is, she had to experience what true love is not. The truth hurts, but love heals.
She’s a whirlwind; untamed hair, heart and spirit. The warmth of her smile and compassion radiate all around you. Fluttering on butterfly wings, she’s the Beautiful Wild.
She saw you were different, so she alighted on your shoulder, and in time, in your hand. You admired her beauty, was mesmerized by her spirit, yet you held back. Was it fear that if you let her in completely and showed her everything that she wouldn’t stay? She already knew there was darkness in your soul, like every human has, but she also knew that it only took a crack to allow the light to pour in.
Instead of approaching your life with her anew, you painted her with the broad brush of your past. Her wings are strong, but delicate; they can’t fly under that weight.
The Beautiful Wild loves you with everything she has, so much so, that she won’t force a love, journey and adventure on you that you’re not ready for.
The Beautiful Wild will change you forever, but in a way where you’re better than you were before.
When we have Peter moments, doing what we thought was impossible feels amazing. Walking on the waters of our relationships, fears and challenges, but when the raging wind becomes the focus, we start sinking. When we look down, we start to go down. Keep your eyes on Jesus. He’s got you.
Home is where I feel loved. A safe haven from the storm. A place where I can let
my hair and guard down, comfortable in sharing all that I am. Tears running down
my face in laughter or pain, when I’m home, it’s okay. You are my home.