While i wait final part, part 8: i am unashamed of the garden of her life

 

I am not ashamed of the garden. (man's perspective)

I am not ashamed,

of the garden God planted across the story of her life,

From her scars, the darkness of her skin. 

I’m just grateful

to be allowed beside her.

Near her valley lows and mountain highs. 

I am there to catch her and hold her through it all. 

My hands handle with care, 

No caution but praise, 

She is the wife of my soul,

And

my spirit.

I cry, not for sorrow but for joy.

There’s a prayer on my lips,

poured out loud,

always near to her heart.

Her scars tell a story of a once-hurt woman now healed and redeemed. 

She falls to her knees and praises God.

Then rises with me, hands clasped.

A queen in her own right, one I am honored to stand beside.

And I have never wanted anything

more than I want to be beside

her.

Here.

Now.

Her scars never bothered me;

They summoned me. Humbled me. Called me forth. 

I want her beauty,

her ugly,

her fire and her ash.

I want the holy hush

after her praise.

And I want to wake up,

To the woman, she is

long after the mask 

Has fallen. And still choosing her.

Inhale.

A Selah.

Exhale.

Amen.

● Genesis 1:31 – 'Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very

good.'

● Isaiah 61:3 – 'To give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of

praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the

planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.'

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being fully known and still chosen is precious

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