slowly but surely, i’m beginning to grasp the sacredness of being seen.
for, being seen as we really are holds the power to unravel so many lies we believe about ourselves… the lies that somehow have become the truest thing. the lie that we are broken beyond repair and too ugly to mend…or just not worth it.
it can happen bit by bit or all at once. and as my dear friend Dana says “one well placed lie is all the enemy needs to take us out”.
this is where we need each other. this is where the sacred reminding happens. this is where the being fully seen holds the precision to cut away our false selves. and allow us to be brave enough to step out of those false selves we put on everyday like clothing, without even realizing it… and dance.
and so we gathered.
expectant but a bit scarred, chipped away and stretched thin too. like Cinderella in rags and invited to the dance.
we came. carrying our pieces. carrying our hopes. carrying the weight of being us. and tip-toeing into the dance. fragile and resistant-but longing- to dance. to be swept up…and to be seen as we truly are.
yet standing there in our brokenness , still believing there is beauty to offer. from our deepest places. those glorious places where God has deposited Himself in us. way down inside. and knowing that this is all we can ever bring- when every other thing about us is stripped away.
and it is enough.
this is exactly where God met us and where we met each other that perfect week on the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
with laughter and tears and the “you too’s ?!”. with feasts of lavish meals and conversations over hot coffee. with warm days and long beach walks. with breathtaking sunsets that cast pink and orange fingers across the sky…and with piercing sunrises that promised hope for days ahead.
He made the ocean glow with a magical translucence i had never seen. and all i could do was be still.
be still and let my soul-eyes take it in and hold it. i tried to capture it all with my lens but after every snap i had to stop and just gaze…gape really is a better word because i’m fairly sure my mouth was hanging open.
i was struck to my core-so surrounded on all sides by a rare, solemn and encasing beauty. it was as if creation was dancing in delight at being fully seen…and it’s delight could not be contained. i couldn’t help but wonder if that is exactly how we our meant to feel under the fullness of the Father’s gaze, being so wonderfully and completely seen.
Robin, Dana, Rebecca, Kris, Hope, Janie & Joy . thank you for joining me in the dance and taking the risk of being seen.