Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Being Wooed In the Wilderness

I am in a new season which always causes me to reflect.

14“Therefore, behold, I will allure her,
and bring her into the wilderness,
and speak tenderly to her.
15And there I will give her her vineyards
and make the Valley of Achore a door of hope.
And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth,
as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt.

16“And in that day, declares the LORD, you will call me ‘My Husband,’ and no longer will you call me ‘My Baal.

Hosea 2:14-16

My eyes had scales that wouldn’t fall off
I wandered around alone, longing just once
for silence.
But the voices
the loud, mocking, embarrassing condemning
never shutting up voices
refused to stop.
They were my constant companions
I stumbled when they said I was worthless
cried myself into exhaustion when I couldn’t sleep
because I saw the girl they saw,
With hands that didn’t work, feet that didn’t cooperate
poison to all who knew her
because her words were
I heard His quiet voice
“Come away with me,
My love,
Come away.”
But I ran
toward my tormentors
because the Truth
was a mirror whose reflection I was not ready for.
As I ran, He was relentless, redeeming, jealous
because I was settling for all the “less than” that
death was telling me was all I was good for.
As He pursued I noticed something I had never enjoyed before,
And in that silence He spoke
“Look at the desolation, the wilderness.”
And my heart broke.
Because all was bitter,
but He promised Manna
and He provides
each day it’s own
Grace sufficient
And I know I’ve come this far
because He held me, wooing and whispering
the whole time
making my desolation
my safe way home. 

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