Monday, October 8, 2012

She I Was Called To Be

This is my woman's heart, how You made it from the start: delicate and vulnerable. My walls I've broken down, and even though I'm scared, I'm not going to bring them back around, because in this place I've begun to blossom into she I was called to be.
This is my cry to all the girls who've lost their way or been pushed astray: "Follow me! I've found a way to the Father's heart; His love will bind the brokenness and fit the fallen pieces of your heart. Follow me to the Bridegroom's house! His touch restores purity and provides true safety. Stop looking in the world's mirror, fellow daughters, and see instead your reflection in the eyes of the one who counts each heartbeat as more precious than emeralds and sapphires.
A soft but unbreakable strength is worn by the woman who knows undoubtedly that she is loved. A loved woman will remain firm when the rest of the earth trembles, for she knows what she is standing on and is anchored securely in that love. Love not as man sees it, and perhaps thinks he knows it, but love that surpasses all height or depth of knowledge and is the very nature of God.