I started this thing a long time ago. A book, a story, a sermon, whatever it may come to be, it began long ago. I then add to it each time I am forced to face “her” in the mirror. This is one of those times.
Beyond the brushing of my teeth and the washing of my face, but looking into those beautiful brown eyes, no, the very scarred soul of the little girl staring back at me. So lost and so broken, her gaze silently screams “save me”. And although my mind wants to yell back at her, “From what”? My heart already knows the answer.
From herself. From pain. From fear. From the lack of just BEING and everything that comes with. From the very prison that she has so carefully crafted for herself with her very own hands, out of fleshly fantasies and human weakness. From the soot and ashes that once resembled a very fragile structure called “Life”. She silently and very desperately screams “save me”.
And, I finally hear her, acknowledge her, and I listen…to HER. And, though I want to pretend that I don’t know how, I reject that lie. I do. I know exactly how. And that is to begin with loving her. And loving her with a “Creator’s Love”. Because with that love comes a liberty and a freedom that can only be nurtured by her “Creator”. A most loving Father.
And when I am able to fully and wholly love her, honor her and allow her to simply BE; to accept all that she brings to this life, MY LIFE; it is only then that I can save her. And in turn she will surely save ME. Then shall she teach me how to save others like me. Women. Women who are afraid and/or unaware of the “SHE” in them and how to simply let her BE.
To be that UNAPOLOGETICALLY – CREATOR EMPOWERED – DIVINELY FILLED – MOVING FORCE sent to change everything around her for the greater good. The Greater GOD.
And so, there will be a gathering. And there will be a change because we are gathered. So let me gather myself because it’s me she needs. To stand up for her, fight for her, and protect her in ways that only I can. For I am SHE. And it is SHE who teaches others how to love her, honor her, handle, and yes, respect her. And if I abandon her, what then becomes of HER? For can she truly be without ME?
SO, I gathered MYSELF to gather SHE. And together, WE ARE SHE.
#PARK
