Jesus, You are the most handsome of the sons of men
because you speak grace and truth
not flattery.
You’re not cruel.
Might and splendor and majesty are in the way you walk.
Bending at the knee down to my
dirty feet
where you wash me clean.
You don’t ride out using your power to protect your position
-though you have every right.
You ride out for truth in meekness- in your rightness-
to save me!
Your arrow struck me
I was your enemy
My heart quivered
I fell to my knees
But you lifted me up
“Come with me daughter”
Your eyes healed my pierced
and hardened heart.
You made it new and tender
I can smile now
in fact
I can laugh when I remember that act.
Every approach I make
to feast at your table
meek with bread and wine
making me able.
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Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging 10 years ago. I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated. It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King. I'm sojourning.
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