LOVED - INNATELY JOYFUL!

She stood before her Almighty in a golden field of sweeping confusion....she could not see past heights of the golden blur. She had painted herself with shame, guilt, academic information, intelligence, fleshly beauty, fleeting memorabilia, relentless doing, roaring rage and witchcraft wrapping her up so as to strangle her! She stood before her King....she begged, "Blow Your breath upon me, Blow Your breath upon me, Blow Your breath upon me, Blow on me Daddy!...Tell me that You love me!" His breath whipped over her....the golden field bowed to Him. The painting of farce began to peel back in the mighty wind....His breath powerful! Powerful enough to push and pull at whatsoever it desires. His rushing wind, as if her painting of self was feathers upon the little girl yelling to be heard and loved. She stood still before Him. As her painting blew away like chaff in the wind...like dust under the tire of an automobile....like punching a down pillow with a tear! From the side view she appeared to have a vacuum sucking away the painting from behind. All of its manipulative colors being melting into one substance to be disposed of....there she stood. That little girl underneath the death of the world that had devastated her heart's desire. She stood, not screaming, but gazing into His eyes delivering love! She wore a white, sleeveless dress, barefoot and her muddy brown hair was pulled back in a white ribbon low on her neck....her hair long and decorating her unblemished back. She sees scars....He sees perfection....She sees scars....He sees beauty....She sees scars....He sees his lovely bride!