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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