A New View

The sky was on fire. 

Vibrant shades of pink and orange 

Danced across the morning air 

but, I almost missed it. 

I was looking out the wrong window. 

So many times am I

looking the wrong direction.

Instead of basking in the beauty of  

God, and soaking in the fact that

I am apart of His family with 

all the privileges of a daughter of the King,

I accept another narrative.

A narrative that says

I am somehow not worthy;

that I am on…my …own… 

in this cold grey world. 

And that the giants

 (which are way too big to slay) 

Are left all up to me 

to battle each day. 

But the sky out this window

 tells me otherwise.

 He… is…here…

in all his blazing beauty 

doing impossible things and 

inviting me to Himself and to His story.

Oh how I wish I could get it;

 that I could awake each morning aware

that I am cloaked in the robes of royality,

and not subject myself to the

 rags that entangle me once again;

 To stop submitting to familiar ways of 

shame and hiding. 

But even so His grace 

turns my face, 

Inviting me out 

of the empty shadows. 

Love lavished on me 

I am dipped in golden light 

enveloped in beauty. 

He leads me up to higher ground. 

It’s in His love is where I am found.

Colossians 3:1-3

Therefore, if you have been raised with Christ, keep seeking the things /that are/ above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. *Set your minds on the things /that are/ above, not on the things that are on earth. *For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.