“God’s Promise”…

Well it finally happened, years of avoidance, years of feeling that knife deep in her heart. Every time she lay on her back the pressure was reasoned. She kept herself busy, she made others smile and coo with awe, her brilliance amidst a dark world gave others hope. Nevertheless, every night a tear escaped as she said a private prayer for this one, the one who encapsulated themselves away, vowing never to return.

Her spouse knew of her pain every time he trusted and thrusted. He would never leave her, intoxicating brilliance fueled his passion.  He would stay by her side feeling the reverberation electrical shock a time and again, knowing it would make him strong, just like his beloved.  After all she survived all these years shorn, standing on the hope, one day, yes one day, she would yield the return of innocence.

photo from MorgueFile.com

It may sound naïve, just as naïve as when David stepped up to Golliath with nothing but a sling and a stone. This was all she needed to slay what the “others” said couldn’t be overcome. She knew whose side she was on, the Creator wouldn’t let her down, what she believed WAS truth, and it didn’t matter what circumstances presented, she would never ever cast away this knowing… ever.

So when the call finally came, the call rehearsed so many times in her mind and each time as it traveled through her veins and made its way to her heart, she felt a stab of denunciation.  Today was different, connection was made and warmth filled that stony ventricle.  A familiar ping was heard, she knew it well and it put wings to her feet, like a decathlete she spun and spun releasing the stone as it plummeted unbelief to its knees and to her face she dropped, whispering “thank you Father, forgive me for doubting You”

photo from morgueFile.com

This day she would rise, take only the shirt on her back and maybe a toothbrush. It was the season of fledge and she was ready. After all there were generations to embrace; she was ready to introduce herself without the static of rejection. Conviction was finally here, she was on God’s side of the mountain and her smile, her smile so full and when she lay,  pressure was repudiated, indeed,  “Heaven on Earth” was completely acknowledged.

Sometimes I am asked to write about a soul and when it happens; God gives me full blown thoughts and it astounds me. Sometimes I am afraid to write as the i in me doesn’t want to misrepresent the beauty of what is shown, the intimacy. Sometimes the pain is too much to bare, yes sometimes He lets me feel their pain, His pain. Sometimes He lets me see their beauty, it leaves my fingers numb. Today I share a glimpse of a mighty warrior, she is within us all. If only we would just believe

About Brenda

"Brenda adores the birds. She is enchanted with their grace, their beauty. It was the birds and being out among them that gave her the peace she so needed and forged a new passion She uses a camera to capture those incredible moments, to savor them and share them with others. For her the camera was freedom. Brenda spent her life healing others, and dealing with incredible pain and despair. The world of birds and nature and photography was what she turned to in order to see the beautiful side of the world" -Eric Curtis Cummings
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12 Responses to “God’s Promise”…

  1. Jo Heroux says:

    I think you touched me deeply with this. I am in awe. ♥

  2. drchoneydew says:

    you think? LOL … almost didn’t “publish” GBE2 has a way of stretching us … ((hugs))

  3. Dana Klibert says:

    Awesome Awesome & so beautifully written. : )

  4. Amy Morgan says:

    This took my breath away with it’s imagery and resonance. Really enjoyed this – thank you!

  5. Joyce says:

    Quite poetic. Beautiful photos too.


  6. Wow! I am awestruck. This is so beautiful!

  7. Word Nerd says:

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