she made her way up the cliff…pulled by strong and unseen Hands. then she stood straight and breathed the clean air. at the top, at this place it all looked different.
even though pain and grief had left their mark…the beauty of redemption had slowly eclipsed her woundedness. she had bravely traded in her numbing deadness for something far more frail. far more risky.
she chose aliveness.
feeling. loving. creating. fully knowing that living with a vulnerable heart and soul might cost her and take it’s toll. but she didn’t want to go back. ever. her battle cry had been filled with years and days and hours spent choosing. choosing to open doors and face the dark, the fears, the anguish and chaos. and refusing to let her wounds and abuse steal her life or have their way.
their ways of keeping her hiding and huddled in the corner. feeling a victim. it was time to stand in protest.
to offer her loveliness.
to be seen.
now, she gazed down from the cliff’s edge. over the precipice to the valley floor below. and she saw the pieces. the affliction, the offenses, the offenders. but they seemed changed. shattered and dim, covered by the years, but more importantly covered by the wholeness and aliveness she had fought for. that Christ had fought for.
the tattered parts of her soul had begun to mend. and hope again. with a courageous hope that the destroyer CANNOT destroy.
so, on this mountain she stood with a deeper knowing of this kind of courage. the kind rooted in brokenness and brought to fierceness. for her tried, tested and war-torn soul had birthed a fierce beauty.
a costly beauty.
no one could have guessed the price, not even she.
but the Father knew. for He had carried her up the cliff and wiped every tear. He hovered in those dark places and pierced them with Light. His tender hand reached down and lifted her head from sadness and shame.
and then she heard Him whisper…you are mine. you are priceless. I have won the battle for your soul. paid the price with My blood, sweat and tears to bind up your wounds. and to restore every single broken and scarred place in your heart . You are my beloved.
and I have the FINAL say.
for those beautiful and dear to me who fight everyday for their wholeness and healing from sexual abuse. and who keep refusing to be silenced or let the enemy have the final say .