it was the weekend, time for another bath to rejuvenate and refresh. it was time for conversation with jesus on a topic she didn’t often broach.
it was painful. questions outnumbered answers. she was surprised when he addressed her thoughts before she could speak.
various scenes and encounters played through her mind like old movie reels.
years had passed. prophetic words had come, gone, fallen to the ground.
when they fell, she lifted them back up in her hands, gently cleansing them and strengthening them with promise.
well meaning friends attempted to console with platitudes and scripture. they didn’t quite fit or comfort.
other not so much friends came with false prophecy to take her away from the directives on her destiny scroll. she was both surprised and amused when demons rose up as lying words were confronted with truth.
she thanked abba for the spirit of truth. truth was a close companion and trusted friend. healing and deliverance came as fast as truth rooted out the counterfeit.
old doors were firmly closed while new ones opened wide to paths of freedom. it was a new season, one she’d waited for in earnest.
hope remained. she nurtured it daily. hope kept her focused and immovable.
new possibilities were presented for her consideration.
she tucked deeper into jesus’ protective embrace, occasionally glancing at his ring on her finger.
the bathtub conversation went to the promise she held in her heart.
it was jesus’ time to speak to it.
“you have said ‘yes’ to many of my sons, trusting me to do the work of transformation in them so you could be one flesh.
none of them have said ‘yes’ to you because of the high price it will cost to walk with you.
they have been afraid, unwilling to surrender to the work or the calling.
walking with you, child, is no small thing.
you have suffered massive rejection and misunderstanding, and yet you’ve never left my side.
i will make things right for you.”
in a few powerful words of truth, he’d blown away the shame, rejection, religion and all the other mess.
no one else had to understand.
january, 2020 copyright © jane doe productions llc
4 thoughts on “no small thing”
On days like today i truly appreciate your writings. Going through an unrelated painful relational issue but reading through your story brought comfort and assurance. Thank you for writing Md sharing it with us.
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> jane doe posted: “it was the weekend, time for another bath to rejuvenate > and refresh. it was also time for conversation with jesus on a topic she > didn’t often broach. it was painful. questions outnumbered answers. she was > surprised when he addressed her thoughts before s” >
Thank you, IamHis. I appreciate the feedback and encouragement. He’s got you. Hugs.
As someone who is walking through my own challenges, in some ways similar but also different, your writing resonates deeply with me. Thank you for sharing, this post and many others of yours have spoken to me and given me words for things I couldn’t yet express. One day I hope to also have the courage to share my writing publicly.
Hugs. I encourage you to write for yourself. It validates YOU, and Holy Spirit will minister to you as you write. I bless your heart to heal and your fingers to write.