The Healer's Touch: Fallen Tears

Fallen Tears.

She stares at the people around her
Speechless.
At the hurtful words and actions that was flung her direction.
Intimidated, she started running away.
And yet those poisonous arrows still stings her heart.

Confused and isolated,
She ran further, seeking refuge
Yet there was none,
She ran faster, seeking for safety
Yet reality looms largely on her.

Defeated, she retreated into the dark recess
Of the dark miry waters.
Wanting the cold darkness, to perhaps
Soothe the many wounds,
Per chance she could just die there, which seems like the only escape.

Yet as she closed her eyes
to shut out the heart wrenching thoughts,
The familiar thug on her heart
made the tears that she has been holding back for so long
cascade down her scarred face.

She then frantically tried to explain
That she didn’t wanted it to be this way
That she simply could not just go on anymore
That her hands were dirty, her heart was filthy
No longer worthy to be called His.

He gently hushed her distressed voice
And reached out to touch her heart
Meeting her weakness with His grace
Using her inability with His power
Overcoming her misgivings with His faithfulness

The familiar whisper into her ears told her to not hide
But stand
To not doubt but trust in His sovereignty.
To not fear but take courage and be strong
To not mourn, but to drink deeply from His eternal love.

He then took her into His arms and embraced her
In a way that she knew that only He could.
Healing her heart, reaffirming His purpose,
Loving Her once again as if she have never wronged Him.Faithfully and graciously restoring her brokenness.

Touching her at the deepest recesses of her soul and spirit,
And changing her into His image.
He smiled down at her,
His daughter,
And called her His once more.

She now know that He wills her
To let go of herself, and to go out once again,
Offering herself as His witness to carry His cross
And To face what was in front of her
Trusting Him to fulfill what He has spoken over her.

Like an infant learning to walk,
She wobbles and takes each step slowly
Like a child going to her first lesson
She stares back fearfully, looking for assertion from her Father.
afraid to be left alone, anxious that she will fall once again.

And yet, He still smiles at His precious creation,
As she takes a deep breath and stands out, trusting Him
He will be with her, making sure that she is safe,
giving her His strength and power over her weakness.
Yes, He will be there, to catch each and every fallen tear.

“Record my lament; list my tears on your scroll (or put my tears in your wineskin) are they not in your record?” Psalm 56:8

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