Retreating to this

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Friday evening is upon us.   

Many women.  Many stories.  Many lives. 

Tired.  Searching.  Hopeful.  We wait to be renewed. 

Some of us are holding back.  

I am in that number.  Arrogant and full of pride.  Certain I've only come here to bear witness to others renewal.

Retreating isn't a necessity for me right now.  I'm here while you delve deeper into yourself, unlocking doors that have been closed.  I'm a wide open book.  Happy.  Sorted out.

Delusional.

The music begins.  A woman stands to dance.  Light pours from her face.  Surrender written on her hands and feet.  Love in her eyes.

With uplifted hands, she sways like grass in a field.  Her eyes fixed on Something we can't see.  Tears seep from the corners of her eyes.  Her hands reaching, seeking, praising.  I watch, comfortable to sit and see her worshipful exchange. 

Others are caught up in the moment.  The tender embrace of a Father who delights in the praises of His daughters, wrapping them in His love.      

The scene is slowly blurred by tears.  I shut my eyes and allow myself to be humbled, my heart is contrite.  I see Him as beautiful.  Holy.  The Truth settles deep in me, cuts into the marrow of my bones, separating Itself from the lies.

Now I am standing singularly.  A girl with her God.  Unaware of those around me.  He speaks love, mercy, and grace.  I eagerly receive.   

  Going through the motions doesn't please you,
a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
don't for a moment escape God's notice.  
Psalm 51:16-17        

Comments

  1. UnknownOctober 5, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    oh, Angie - priceless. Beautiful...going to share it with the others....

    you are a writer!!!!

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  2. AnonymousOctober 8, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    Wow, I wish I could have been there. Beautiful. I definitely need a retreat...but will likely have to wait until February, GHLC. Really looking forward to that. In the mean time I keep seeking God, hanging onto Him.

    Krista

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