by Hillary McFarland
The earth crowns, the will of God who says let there be life, and we crown into light.
Fresh and new and shy, our baby hands clutch mama-skirts to hide when others look at us. But soon we run, we run around like wild things who worry not what others think; we climb trees while hair frizzes a golden halo and our cheeks blush like apples and our toes peek through sneakers. But we don’t mind because we are six or nine and we sing at the top of our lungs that the hills are alive with the sound of music, and they are …
We grow old in soul. Melody is memory as feet shuffle dust and we strain to hear and see the One who spoke the dark :: light, who breathed into lungs the light of life. We are tired and hungry; we ache, and our face is etched with the fine tip of years. Our heart is carved up and arms are weary and why do we even try?
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Because she faces Jesus.
You see her while she walks away
Because she follows Jesus.
You see her on a lonely road
Because few find
The narrow way that leads to life.
You see her, perhaps, half-dead
Of dying everyday.
You see her forsaken
You see her struggle along the way
Because that’s where God
The She Speaks Conference is about women connecting the hearts of women to the heart of our Father God. I am His handmaiden and my heart is to serve Him and His beloved daughters, as He leads. Would you like a scholarship to this conference? Please visit this post at A Holy Experience to discover an opportunity for you to serve our Father in this way. I just discovered this last night so many apologies at the last minute posting. And many thanks to Ann Voskamp for making this opportunity available.
Humble thanks to the God who woos me to the desert ~ may it be to me according to Your word.
This post is an updated offering from the archives.