we were never right. we werent suppose to be. but for a brief moment in time, you showed me a love. that i hadnt had in awhile, in the middle of insanity. you saw parts of my heart. you saw beauty. a potential and intelligence in my being.
there was a balance, an innocense, an adventure. a purity we found.
springs, gators, life, wine, deliciousness, surf & turf.
2014 i spent traveling the world doing "Beauty for Ashes" retreats. Sharing my story or redemption & restoration. One of the most humbling beautiful times. Because as I shared my story every few weeks, I spoke truth over my life. And watched the ugliest parts of my life, alot of ashes, get transformed into beautiful things. i saw lives, changed. hearts mended, hope restored. Because of what God did with my own hurts.
a few weeks ago i heard this song, "how can it be". its about one of my favorite stories. we shared it at every retreat. its not my story, but could be. its about a story of a woman who was caught in the very act of adultry. she was stripped from privacy, and thrown into the street, probably barely wearing any clothes. and according to the law, she was to be stoned.
humilitated. hurting. maybe feeling betrayed. in the moment she may have wanted to die.
Jesus, "just so happened", to be in the crowd that day, i think they may have brought her to him.
they were testing him. WHAT DO YOU WANT US TO DO????
Jesus knew the law. he knows everything. but what does he do? in such an act of grace. he bends down, and writes in the sand. no where do we find out what he wrote. the Holy Spirit doesnt waste a breath and for a reason decided not to tell us. because its not important. he bends down, and distracts from the woman, takes the attention of her sin. when he stands again, im sure everyones trying to see what hes saying, probably distracted somewhat from the womans shame and states, "if you have no sin, come, be first to stone this woman."
the only one who could stone this woman was Jesus.
do you remember the woman who washed jesus feet with her expensive perfume. her ocupation was selling her body for sex. in that time a holy man would never let a woman touch them, much less a dirty woman.
and oh jesus let her tears and riches wash his dirty feet.
so fast forward 2000 years. its that time of year again, where we remeber what Jesus did. we rember his grace, his love, we remeber Gods justice. trust. love. love love love. sacrifice.
i love this reminder.
i find how quickly i forget ALL he has done for me. i get caught up in my circumstances, in my failures. He has done SO MUCH, he is doing so much, and he not done yet. He is only getting started.
