I link up with Lisa-Jo on Fridays for a writing flash mob…throwing caution to the wind and gathering to share what a few minutes of free writing can buy.
Today’s topic: SHE
She haunts me at times.
Those times when I’ve fallen or am crawling or have done the things I don’t want to do and haven’t done the things I want to do…those are the times she haunts me.
I see her gliding by on waves of grace, unencumbered by her flaws and failures, her sin and pain. Her chin is high and her eyes are bright and she seems very content just being who she is.
She haunts me.
I watch her with envy and longing and awe, really — it’s her confidence and peace that sometimes seems so unattainable. It lights from the inside out, like a refuge on a dark night or a beacon to a weary traveler.
I am a weary traveler.
Those times when I’ve fallen or am crawling or have done the things I don’t want to do and haven’t done the things I want to do…those are the times she walks by slowly and purposefully and looks into my face deeply, as if she’s trying to pass along her confidence and peace; as if she’s trying to make me shine from the inside out, too.
And those are the times she suddenly changes. Instead of being one who haunts me, she becomes a beacon of hope. She is the image, the eikon of Christ. The one who I am again and again and again being transformed into.
She is who He is trying to make me to be.
And so this weary traveler picks herself up and shakes the dust of her feet and carries on. Her gait is awkward and she’s weighed down with her flaws and failures, but she decides to burn her yokes and moves forward anyway.
And each time her eyes brighten just enough to light the way for the next step of the journey.