Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my spirit upon your descendants, and my blessing on your offspring. They shall spring up like a green tamarisk, like willows by flowing streams. —Isaiah 44. 3-4
Dark and early in your story someone fearful of your inborn glory buried it behind your house, and you, innocently, and wise to save yourself from their greater wrath, believed its absence.
It's not a pompous glory, ostentatious or insistent on regard, but sure and quiet as a wildflower's, asking nothing.
And so you've lived—so have we all— without it, your heart shoveled over with self-doubt and apology, as if you have no place or voice here among angels.
We see you in the cripples who flocked to Jesus, the mute, the paralyzed, bent over, shut out, gone mad.
And all he meant to say was this: you shine. You bring a gift as no one else, and you belong. Your Word deserves a hearing, and this world needs your beauty and your grace. There is no rank you fall below, no worth you fail to match. You shuttering was evil, and God wants it undone, and wants you whole.
And so she takes you by the hand and raises you to stand, to walk, to speak. She listens to your song with joy. She rains upon the earth until you are unafraid of your radiance and all our houses are surrounded by wildflowers.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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