Hard Beautiful!
Please take a moment before you read this post and read this prayer of Isaiah 61, entitled
"Beautiful Ashes" ...pray it with yourself in mind!
"Beautiful Ashes" ...pray it with yourself in mind!
He hugs like
my Papa! It is what I think as Mr. Ray wraps his strong arms, thinned by
treatment, around my waist. “You make this bearable,” he whispers as his sure
frame trembles with emotion. I am emptied and filled all in one moment. As we
squeeze tighter, letting tears of gratitude and sorrow wash us clean, I am
fully aware of this journey. These moments stop the frenetic and settle
anxiety. There are stirrings of mystery that God leads us to. His hand is ever
in the hard beautiful life we all face.
The season
change from summer into autumn always stills the breath in my lungs. The crisp
air ignites a fire in my weary bones. The changing dancing leaves are utter
splendor to behold. In this season there is a pulling of the veil. The magic of
this journey is always peeking around corners.
The last
weeks a fog has rolled in. My heart, my soul, have been incased with it. Blind;
I go about stumbling into things that bring no joy. They only numb the hurting
ache of lost site.
Yet, the Son
has begun His work! The fog is burning away. The renewed site staggers. The sun
bleeds - red, orange, & purple - as it sinks into the horizon. I am in my
field of lavender. A place He often meets me. The mountain range looms in the
distance; strong sentinels of majestic dignity. The sound of the river unseen
is soothing. The wind rustles the thin stems of lavender, causing their clean
fragrance to fill my nose. To the left is a road well-traveled, warn from
trampled hooves, wheels, and human feet. To the right is a thin slice of earth,
barely resembling a road. It cuts jagged through bramble and woods. The stones
look loose and ominous. I am certain this is the path to choose. I am certain
it will lead to the mountain I must climb.
Life can be
downright hard. It hurts. I know this not merely from my own experiences. I
witness suffering each and every day in my work. Yet, there is a great
unfurling of beauty in these people. It is a treasure found in the hard hurt of
life.
A friend
inquired how my life was going.
I never seem
to answer that question to my satisfaction. All the complexities and nuances of
this journey surmised into a few simply formed sentences seem inadequate. I
thought before I answered.
Two simple
words began to form: “hard beautiful”!
Hope
blisters beautiful, scorching through the rough hide of apathy; ashes float as
chaff on the wind. The mundane can dredge the well of hope bone dry. I have
seen this world beat hope weary. Yet, God knew we fumbling humans would need
unnumbered restarts; places where the road of desperation and promise collide.
They are found in each new morning, week, season, & year. A single day of
celebrated birth can cause one to reflect and renew.
My 34 years
are exactly as God had planned them. This crazy, beautiful, reckless,
hope-filled, sorrowful, powerful, amazing, transcendent journey can only be
brought about by a loving and unsafe God.
I have been
mourning. It is not depression. I know the pulling tug of this emotion. It is a
sorrow dredged deep of life not matching dreams. A letting go of things that no
longer fit in the scope of my growth. I pray I will not look upon the “sands of
Egypt” when things become more pain & hurt. My deep desire is to look
forward and expand my view to God’s view. This means I must take the time to
mourn the things I need to let go of. It is a wonderfully painful thing.
These past
weeks my little apartment, my safe space, had been inundated by a plague of
black flies (close to 200 in count from beginning to end). It was overwhelming
and sickening. I lost my appetite. The landlord was barely concerned. I felt
awash with the pestilence.
I had
noticed a fly here and there during the weeks prior. I figured I was just
letting them in due to it being summer. As the waves increased to 20 to 30 at a
time, I was soon mired in these pesky critters.
My thoughts
went to how my sin is often like these flies. I begin to see signs of the decay
in my life, but ignore it as a passing season or part of the journey. As the
decay grows it opens wide and swallows. There is a feeling of disillusionment
that takes over: how did I get here? Yet, as with the flies, if I had taken
notice of the sin and taken care of it before it grew I may not have been lost
in the sway of such pestilence.
I
immediately anointed my little apartment with oil! I had done this immediately
after moving in my home. I was amazed at how it had slipped my mind to do so in
this apartment. Claiming such an intimate space for the Lord and barring the
devil passage is such a vital thing in my mind. It is the difference between a
home becoming a battle ground versus a sanctuary.
And, so it
is with my life. I am learning to choose sanctuaries over battlegrounds. I can
no longer abide in toxic and unhealthy relationships. I choose those that want
to be in my life.
I have a
friend that prays for me. She sends me prayers via text. She has texted me and
said that the Holy Spirit stilled her as she was pouring coffee and petitioned
her to pray for me. She has had a vision of “my field”. She loves me in the best ways.
I had a
friend speak truth over me. She said, “Melissa, even when you are having a hard
painful day you are always nice and kind. You speak kindness and care over
people’s hearts. If God chooses to provide you with a husband, his love
language will be affirmation because you are gifted to give him that.”
I am
stilled, humbled, and affirmed in this. I know my calling is to love people in
truth and in light of God’s love. You aren’t going to hear harsh words from me.
I am not going to whittle you down or debase. My heart’s desire is for you to
know your worth in God. My number one goal is for you to see that His journey
is the best for you. He created us to enjoy us not to judge us. You can always
start again.
One of the
best friends I have called me a few Saturdays ago. She simply said, “I wanted
to call ‘My Melissa’!
You cannot
even begin to know what that does for my soul. How it transforms me! These
friends provided small acts of lavished love from our beautiful Savior.
I am choosing the hard beautiful life!
I am choosing those beautiful creations of God that edify and settle the crazy
in my life.
Thank you Jesus for tempering sorrow
with joy - another strange and wondrous mystery you provide!
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