I never do that.
Go up to the front of the church to get prayed for. But I needed to this Friday.
The very short reason why is I’ve been feeling really empty.
The women praying for me kept saying delight, delight, delight. In all of her sentences.
Every other
word
I heard,
delight.
And each time a tear slipped out of my closed eyelids.
I didn’t know that.
I did.
But I didn’t.
God DELIGHTS in me.
In that moment He was delighting in me. The whole time I was living my little life and doing my (wayyy) overdue laundry, He was delighting in me. And I didn’t even know. I didn’t have to do a thing. So there I was standing there.
Sobbing.
The man who also had his hand on me said delight so frequently my eyes became faucets without the handles installed.
But he also said this, “I think you know He does, Molly. Deep down, you know, you’ve known, that He delights in you.” Maybe this doesn’t really make sense, but my whole life has been crammed with chapters of knowing and not knowing on the same page.
Knowing and not knowing something beautiful at the same time
because it’s so much easier for my eyes to get adjusted to the ugly things
about anything.
but especially in the mirror
and then that becomes all I know.
Delight doesn't feel like a word that should be spoken in my direction.
And to hear it said cuts really deep through the layers of every lie I’ve let the devil dare to tell me.
I don’t deserve it.
I don’t know how God does it,
But I ‘know’ now.
And I don’t want to know anything else anymore.
“He rescued me because he delights in me.”
Psalms 18:19
(Thank you @thefiresidephotography for these photos. I kinda throw-up over them in Photoshop but these help me see beauty in me so thank you, thank you).
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