Walking along the river-bank, she stopped to glance into the clear, smooth water, but her mind was tainted by shame and pain. Kneeling onto the soft cool ground she saw a reflection and wondered who this woman that stares back. Her memories emerged to stare back, then the pain shot through her inner parts.
Her body cries out for vengeance for her body was violated by a sibling. Where can she hide her shame. Where can the pain escape. Drugs, alcohol, and men could not hide nor numb the shame, it only intensified the pain.
Razor blades, pills, even hospitals could not save her of the shame. Which is worse - the shame or the pain? The little girl within cried, "Oh God help me, now!" Cry little girl, cry, for God will save you. So she cried, and cried, when one tear drop fell into the water. The rings expanded from small to large within each other.
But God saw the greatness, and the heaviness of that one tear drop. He heard the little girl's cry echo with each sparse ring across the glistened water. He cought the next tear that was falling from her face, and He placed it into a glass jar. At that moment, she knew He cared enough to save her tears.
"Cry no more little girl for I AM here to save you. Give me your pain. Give me your shame, and I will give you my Love." She opened her heart, and gave Him her shame and pain. Her heart began to forgive the one who had violated her childhood, and all the abuse that followed, flowed out to the sea to be remembered no more.
But He remembered her on Calvary's Cross, and added the one who violated her childhood. He also remembered her abusers, and He took the beating for her healing. He nailed it ALL, and said, "It Is Finished."
It Is Finished
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~One Tear Drop~
Saturn,
This is a beautiful vision for a razor sharp anguish. I am sure there are countless hearts that will benefit from this exceptional writing. May the Lord be with you dear heart.
Merry Christmas!
Kathy
God's Grace
Hello again my friend,
Somehow, I wish I could really write what God shows me, mostly what He has done for me. Even the doctors said there is no more hope for her, somehow, I think that made God angry, a good anger. I cannot explain how God got me to the place I am now, but there is always hope for the hurting. Compassion is the key, true compassion, there is love. Someday, I do hope I will be able to express my deepest love not only in writing, but for those who hurt. Your writing does speak volumes to my heart, and I do see much compassion in your heart through your words. There are many excellent writers on this site and I enjoy all, indeed. Kathy, I am certain, many souls will be touched through your writing, as well. Inspired you are in God. Softly are God's words in your heart, and you do well in expressing what God whispers to you. Keep them coming, you never know whose heart you truly healed or touched. Merry Christmas to you and your family.
God Bless you-
Dawn