WANNA TALK... And so those words open up my heart and everything that has been buried deeply there. Safe from the judgement of others.....and myself for that matter.
And the tears, they fall, they etch there way down my freshly made up cheeks.........leaving evidence in the traces they make......
Deep sobs........sobs of failure, doubt, fear, anger and insecrurity........Wishing I were someone else....someone who had it all together........not the woman I caught a glimpse of in the mirror...PLEASE NOT HER.....
Then she prays........she dosn't know that she is praying the very same words that God had spoken to me that very morning...........
HIS WORD IS LIFE.........HIS PROMISES..........HIS LOVE..........
Sheila Walsh says in her book, THE SHELTER OF GOD'S PROMISES, "In God's hands even the things that have broken us can be used by Him to make us whole again."
I am remind of the woman in Luke 7. All bundled up in her guilt, shame, and her sin....she went to the feet of JESUS. The town harlot..... BROKEN.......to peceies........All she had to offer Him was her brokeness.
She may have reeked of guilt, shame and sin. BUT JESUS reeked of LOVE, FORGIVENESS, COMPASSION, MERCY AND GRACE. And she had heard about him and was drawn to him.
So I like her cried at Jesus feet as my friend prayed for me.........and I like her was drawn to JESUS. Drawn to His LOVE.........for ME..........
