Out of the Wilderness & into Identity

You have called me out of the wilderness. You have drawn me with your love and kindness. You have beckoned me with whispers of my name and vows of your never ending commitment to romance me. You declared wholeness and healing over my broken and wounded body; proclamations of prosperity for my future. You called to me and I answered. You looked upon my crippled, disfigured spirit with compassion and took me vigorously into your arms, wrapping me in the security of your embrace. You have bathed me in chilled waters of grace and poured upon my head, oils of holiness. "Now my beloved, I have cleansed you. I have made you pure and I have redeemed you so that none may touch you. Their words cannot stake claim. The taunts of your memories no longer hold power. The lies of your past have been exposed. Every fabrication of deceit I have devoured so that, upon the simple inquiry of your heart, I might fill you with the truth about who you really are. You are all together beautiful, my darling. I find no flaw in you. I have called you from the dens of lions and the desolate tops of mountains  so that I might only feel your embrace or encounter the glance of your eyes. Were it required of me to hang crucified, bare the weight of the cross all over again, my heart would not hesitate. I am jealous for your affection. I revel at the sound of my name on your lips. You are altogether lovely, you cannot separate yourself from me. I will never fail to pursue you. Do not lose heart, my beloved. You are far in your journey. You are right where you belong. Do not let the lies of idiots and fools effect your confidence in who you are because I love who you are and who are they to challenge the Almighty God? Who are they to judge the heart and actions the ones that I love and you, beloved, are someone that I so dearly love. Remain in my love and find confidence knowing that you, beloved are my favorite. To you, no one compares. You have captured my heart. I am in rapture at the beauty I have created with strength and power to overcome her enemies in my name, my precious name. I am everything, all that is important, all that is worthy of honor and praise and I have chosen you. I have chosen to fully, whole-heartedly, committed to eternally loving and pursuing you, my darling. There is none other like you. Remember who you are. You, my beloved, are the incandescent beauty of my incomprehensible dream. You are my child, MY child and my bride whom I love.

I am free.

I am free.
I'm free from thoughts of worthlessness.
I'm free from feelings of rejection.
Free from lies that say I will never be loved.
Free from the belief that everyone I love will leave.
I'm free from the fear that what is lost will not be returned to me more whole.
I'm free from feelings of abandonment and shame.

One Day They Will Find Freedom

Brokenness surrounds me. Like beautiful broken vases, their pieces shattered and scattered about my feet. Slowly, I bend to pick up the pieces, compassionately attempting reassemble their fragments. Hopeless. I lift my head, looking to the heavens for an answer to my seemingly impossible task. "I cannot help them. I cannot reach them all. Many will not even allow me close enough touch. So entangled by their pain, they cringe at the sight of a tender hand. They shriek, pulling their cares into secret places and securing them under lock and key. My words of kindness seem only to fall onto deaf ears and my compassionate embrace returns to me politely stiff armed. Papa, I have been here before. I have walked in the darkness that wraps these people tight like cocoons. Even still, I wrestle with myself daily, only to let you love me yet freedom feels so much closer for me than the ones that I love. How can they too find freedom. Can they not see how beautiful you made them to be? No, they can't. How come, Papa? They are so beautiful. I love them so much. How come they can't seem to break free? Will they be ok? Will be lose them forever? No my darling. They run because they are hurting. Sometimes pain, especially old familiar pain,  feels safer than the intimacy of my embrace. Grasping hold of me would mean letting go of their old identities, definitions of themselves that they have clung to for so long. One day, though, they will be free. One day, I will have enough. One day, the lies will collapse under the power of the truth because, darling, just as you once said about love and hate, lies can only live for so long in the presence of truth. See beloved, you cannot force the pieces of their lives to reassemble into their original form, just as you cannot mend a broken heart with open heart surgery. You can, though, be the voice that speaks the truth of who I am into their lives. Those words will build until they will one day resonate inside of them, becoming the foundation of their new identity, their true identity, the one I made for them to be. Then, they will long for my love and I will meet them, wherever they are and there they will find freedom.

Come Home

I'm elated by your goodness & mercy. Your warmth creates in me the feeling of coming home. Your breath fills my lungs with life giving hope. I am learning to walk in my identity. I am learning to love myself, your dream wrapped in skin. Papa, it's good to be home. It's so nice to feel safety in your arms once again.