She’s a whirlwind; untamed hair, heart and spirit. The warmth of her smile and compassion radiate all around you. Fluttering on butterfly wings, she’s the Beautiful Wild.
She saw you were different, so she alighted on your shoulder, and in time, in your hand. You admired her beauty, was mesmerized by her spirit, yet you held back. Was it fear that if you let her in completely and showed her everything that she wouldn’t stay? She already knew there was darkness in your soul, like every human has, but she also knew that it only took a crack to allow the light to pour in.
Instead of approaching your life with her anew, you painted her with the broad brush of your past. Her wings are strong, but delicate; they can’t fly under that weight.
The Beautiful Wild loves you with everything she has, so much so, that she won’t force a love, journey and adventure on you that you’re not ready for.
The Beautiful Wild will change you forever, but in a way where you’re better than you were before.
Home is where I feel loved. A safe haven from the storm. A place where I can let
my hair and guard down, comfortable in sharing all that I am. Tears running down
my face in laughter or pain, when I’m home, it’s okay. You are my home.
Every tear has a story. Some tears are shed in sadness, repentance, anger or joy.
Yet, some tears fall because of standing in the awesome presence of God.
Overwhelmed by his grace, mercy and amazing love, the saturation of his spirit in
our hearts is expressed in uncontainable tears.
No matter the reason, tears are cleansing for the soul.
Before making assumptions or judgements, know the story.
Gems all around; diamonds, sapphires, rubies and pearls. Do you handle them with care or treat them commonly because they’ve been scattered about for so long? Would you flush a diamond down the toilet? Throw emeralds and garnets out the window?
Ah, but those garnets, not the typical red. Rich mahogany, spicy like cinnamon with a hint of honey when the light catches them just so, are uncommon.
The girl with garnet eyes stands before you. While eyes are on her, her gaze is fixed only on you. Eyes that close in prayer, fighting for you. Eyes that cry in the night, wiping away tears at dawn with hope and faith. Her love for you isn’t past tense; it is present and it is future. Will you recognize and cherish the jewel in your hand or let it slip away?