My Beautiful One,
I saw you try to hide those tears yesterday. It wasn’t easy because you were sitting in a classroom, surrounded by your peers. What luck, you thought, that the girl next to you had just sprayed copious amounts of perfume and you could blame wet eyes on an allergic reaction.
You’re getting really good at hiding behind false pretenses. You laugh with your friends about not having a boyfriend. You tell your small group at church that you are purposely holding out for the right guy. You even fill pages of your journal with verses about waiting, applauding yourself for persevering through these months and years with no romantic interest.
But, I see behind the carefully crafted masks you wear from day to day. My heart hurts for the tears you shed, the painful things you tell yourself, the rejection you feel. How can I help you see the carefully crafted woman you actually are?
When you look at yourself, what you see are imperfections. When I look at you, I see the time and effort I put in to shaping every one of those so-called imperfections. I see a capable woman, full of strength and dignity. I see a woman with beauty forged from brokenness.
How can I help you understand that My plans for you are bigger than a boyfriend, more elaborate than a date? I know the wait is painful and perplexing. I don’t fault you for those tears. Tears happen, but I want to be where you turn when your eyes begin to leak.
Come to me, My daughter. My love can dry up those tears, can bind up wounds, and can heal the broken-hearted. I will gladly help you navigate this season and, if you let Me, I will lead you down a path you never imagined was possible. Can I show you My plan, one step at a time?
The way won’t be easy. But I have a steady arm to cling to and a sturdy shoulder to cry on when tears are unstoppable. You don’t need to hide your struggles from Me. Give them to Me and I will transform them into strength.
Though this road I’m describing will be rough, I can assure you that you are in the best hands. My hands will hold yours. My hands will guide your steps. My hands will protect.
My hands made you, My beautiful one. I won’t let anything or anyone crush My creation.
I love you.
In tears by the third paragraph. Thank you so much!
Thank you so much for sharing this Emily. I needed this reminder today.
Thank you, Emily!
It is such a great reminder to know that road traveled had purpose. Timing is everything, and He never wastes our time. I appreciate the heart behind your post as well as the encouragement in it. You are a beautiful woman, with a sweet spirit. I believe it is because of the brokenness you have endured, it has produced grace and wisdom.
Thank you, Emily.
It’s a beautiful reminder of a road traveled. A journey of purpose. I appreciate the heart that was created in you. You’re a blessing!
Priceless, Emily. Thank you!
Thank you for sharing this today. I *so* needed to hear this. I am not quite broken-hearted about the “lack” of a man in my single life this Valentine’s Day, but rather, in the area of a broken relationship I’ve surrendered to Him. God has given me a specific leading in regards to the restoration of that relationship, but today I was sorely tempted to lose all hope that His promise will be fulfilled and give up and mope. It reminded me that I am not waiting on humans or circumstances, but on Jesus, His love, and His timing. Thank you so, so very much, Emily!
‘I will wait for the LORD, I will put my trust in him.’ ‘His mercies are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness.’
Great is thy faithfulness, indeed! I pray that your hope remain steadfast in Him who can do far greater than what we ask or imagine.
Very encouraging that when you look at yourself, what you see are imperfections.when I look at you, I see the time and effort I put in to shaping every one of those so-called imperfections. (I seem to look at them all the time.)
I agree, Maria – It’s so hard to not see those imperfections. I am so thankful for a God who does not dwell on where we lack but offer to lift us up and love us unconditionally.