My robes have become muddied again.
They are heavy with angry words and bitterness;
they are dirty from wrong priorities...
they no longer shine with the brightness of God's love.
I drop to the ground; it is cold and hard.
Kneeling is not easy--
it is hard to humble oneself;
it is hard to admit one is wrong.
It is hard to get beyond human pride.
It is stormy outside...the ground is wet, the wind blowing.
I feel alone, abandoned in the storms of life.
I ask forgiveness from the Father; I ask for Him to cleanse me from all unrighteousness--
for Him to wash my robes once again.
And then I see...there is another beside me; One who has been there all along.
One who was there during the angry words and bitterness that I spoke;
One who was there during the hurt that poured out from two human souls;
One who was there when I again chose the wrong priorities...
One who was always there waiting and calling me patiently.
The One?
Well it is Him; He who died for my sins over 2,000 years ago.
He who died to cleanse me and to bring healing to my soul.
I couldn't see Him before--when my robes were muddied--but now Heavenly Grace has opened my eyes and I see He was there all along, touching my shoulder gently;
calling me to live a life of true love, complete peace and deep joy.
I smile and then I rise, robes clean and white again.
I rise forgiven and cleansed; a child of the King.
I rise because He is the reason this Friday is a Good Friday.
May you be blessed.
Aimee
Did you know that a kneeling position "provides more stability due to (a) lower position of gravity" and that "a kneeled person is much less visible from a distance"? I think there is a spiritual application here...if we were to humble ourselves before our Maker more, would we find that we have greater stability in life? Would we find that the darts of the enemy of our soul more often miss us? (source of quotes: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kneeling)
Photo taken at Mt Cavalry Catholic Cemetery, Portland.
