~ Long Awaited…Spilled Out ~

She speaks as if the whole stage is hers. Like she stepped into a place where time stood still for her story. This is the time she waited for and now in front of her are the people…the souls to be poured into. The long awaited time. The place where the intense labor will give birth to this long awaited child. Just as real as the pushing out of a new life…this story is pressed into the world and light exposes its beauty, its pain and its trauma. On a stage…in a church…on a platform...out it spills into hearts hurting…aching for truth to be fed into their longing souls. And so…this inner, healed and joy filled child is birthed through the words and expression of a gentle lady who stands with unfaltering character and confidence.

A small framed woman stood in front of me and many others last night to share her story. To share her pain. To share the lessons learned through walking through places of intense pain, abuse, trauma, joy, change, Christ moments, Holy Spirit passing her and moving in her. And there…I soaked in this ladies words. This story of vulnerability being shared with intense conviction and strong belief. A husband sat out in front of her joined by a son and daughter…along with friends who respected her walk through this life she was exposing to this audience of listeners ready to take in what was being poured out. 

I wonder tonight why….I wonder why. Yes, just why? Why does life happen in ways like this ladies story for some and why does it happen different for others. Actually, each and everyone of us could stand on that stage and birth and expose a story to listening people. Some stories would be like birthing a premature baby….shared too soon. Too fresh. Too fragile. A birth that needs more time…too fragile for light to hit it. And so…there's "one" answer to the why….too soon to birth…too soon to share. 

My mind just quickly with much intensity shot back to the birth of my twins. Two months early. Way too soon to see the light of the world. Way too soon to be let out of the safety of my womb. Yet, nature took its course…water burst…and the birthing of these two precious lives came pouring out into a world they were yet ready for. Rushed to a neonatal unit…wrapped up in many life saving chords, tubes, incubators and so much more…these two, fragile lives held on and made it through this intense two months of constant care surrounding their premature bodies. Fighters…yes, fighters.

And switching back now…I see this sweet faced lady before me sharing. Men are to take their place as Kings and woman are to take their place as Queens. Lets take back the positions that drive us to one another. Lets unite with such intensity that satan will have no room or even space among us. These are some of the words and thoughts being thrown out for us to hear. Let us come together to stop the emasculating of men and let us join hands to give our ladies the respect and care for the position of being gentle and caring daughters of The Most High. As these words…messages of truth were poured out upon me…I felt tears roll down my cheeks. Did I really ever think I would sit again on the third row of a church and allow my soul to be fed this message? Did I think I would trust the  platform again and the truth that there are Godly men seeking this type of authenticity in relationship with a woman. No way!! But, I was believing it last night. I was allowing it into my heart. 

There is so much more to this story…so much more that was birthed on that stage last night. But, for now my thoughts are tired and done. Not a bad thing…pouring out has to stop so God can come in and do the work on the soul of mending and healing. And so…with that I say to Him who binds the broken hearted…who gives back life where it has been stolen away…Come, Holy Spirit…Come and heal this child who writes. Come heal my friends who hurt. Come bring your poured out love into the holes inside our souls that only you can fill. Fill us with YOU. 

Many Blessings, sweet friends. 
Becka