To be held in abounding love is unlike any other feeling in the world. The likes of which can be compared to nothing other than perfect peace.
Love presented itself to me today in the purest form. It showed up unconditionally with the full knowledge of my flaws and failures. Its hand rested upon my greatest mistake. The hands fully understood and realized my deepest hearts intentions. However, judgement vanished. My insecurities didn't exist anymore. My shame was covered by those hands. My pain was felt by those hands. Love's hands were my protection tonight.
Love humbled itself and caressed my feet. Showing that no part of me was out of reach for it and every single bit of me was covered. My guard fell. The areas in which my walls are built up so high came tumbling down at the first hint of love. It permeated my body. I couldn't reject it, my body ached for it and yearned for more of it.
Love's eye caught mine and my soul knew that it oversaw the hurt that those scars caused me; it saw me as a whole and beautiful daughter. Its eyes showed empathy, and where I blamed myself for fault, those loving eyes helped shift my perspective. A mothers touch of warmth and compassion. A mothers intuition of things exposed my secrets, but the love remained steadfast. The love that only a mom can provide along with the protection only a father presents.
As love held me the angels came to me and brought me into a place of deep rest. They whispered softly "come away my dear, we have Somebody who longs to be close to you." There He was in all His splendour and majesty.
Then I awoke in loves arms. At rest. A calm that I had never felt covered my body. A supernatural peace that only He could provide. It was a feeling I haven't felt in a long time: refreshment.
Tonight I was reminded that God truly loves me; and not only does He love me, He sees my failings and loves me despite them. He loves me through them. He loves me enough that He still sees who I truly am: who He created me to be.
The hands the held me today spoke louder than a million melodies could have. They represented and showed me love when words weren't getting through. The hands reminded me that I wasn't alone. Four hands of love. Love was lavished on me: a pretty princess.
Today love encompassed me. It overwhelmed me. Love was saturated into my very being. Today I know that I am completely loved.
Love presented itself to me today in the purest form. It showed up unconditionally with the full knowledge of my flaws and failures. Its hand rested upon my greatest mistake. The hands fully understood and realized my deepest hearts intentions. However, judgement vanished. My insecurities didn't exist anymore. My shame was covered by those hands. My pain was felt by those hands. Love's hands were my protection tonight.
Love humbled itself and caressed my feet. Showing that no part of me was out of reach for it and every single bit of me was covered. My guard fell. The areas in which my walls are built up so high came tumbling down at the first hint of love. It permeated my body. I couldn't reject it, my body ached for it and yearned for more of it.
Love's eye caught mine and my soul knew that it oversaw the hurt that those scars caused me; it saw me as a whole and beautiful daughter. Its eyes showed empathy, and where I blamed myself for fault, those loving eyes helped shift my perspective. A mothers touch of warmth and compassion. A mothers intuition of things exposed my secrets, but the love remained steadfast. The love that only a mom can provide along with the protection only a father presents.
As love held me the angels came to me and brought me into a place of deep rest. They whispered softly "come away my dear, we have Somebody who longs to be close to you." There He was in all His splendour and majesty.
Then I awoke in loves arms. At rest. A calm that I had never felt covered my body. A supernatural peace that only He could provide. It was a feeling I haven't felt in a long time: refreshment.
Tonight I was reminded that God truly loves me; and not only does He love me, He sees my failings and loves me despite them. He loves me through them. He loves me enough that He still sees who I truly am: who He created me to be.
The hands the held me today spoke louder than a million melodies could have. They represented and showed me love when words weren't getting through. The hands reminded me that I wasn't alone. Four hands of love. Love was lavished on me: a pretty princess.
Today love encompassed me. It overwhelmed me. Love was saturated into my very being. Today I know that I am completely loved.
2 comments:
to be the hands and heart of God the Father is what we were created to be and do. to be the one you have received this from . . . your words have deeply touched me. love you to bits Nikita and now you know how much :)
a beautiful post, Nikita! Sink into the hands of the Father and rest. love you, girl!
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