Photo by Gabrielle Allman
I’ve been vulnerable.
I’ve entered temptation.
I’ve been caught in an iron snare.
I’ve been tormented and been refused.
I’ve been naked.
I’ve taken bullets and I’ve been rejected.
And there was a Man who stepped in.
My intimate Lover,
The One who I ran away from.
He has taken my guilt and shame.
He has stood in between me and the pointing fingers.
He knew what I was caught in and had compassion.
He told me all of my brokenness and all of my shame,
My guilt and my lack,
Is being made into something beautiful and abundant.
…I am starting to believe Him.
Who gets over a love like this?
(thoughts collected after reading Ann Voskamp’s book; The Broken Way.)