She hears laughter; eruptions
of filthy shouts of glee. Fun for a little while? Yes. But then what she saw as
innocent fun quickly became a branded scar- a heavy weight never to be let go. Layer
after layer of dark despair now rests delicately upon her soul. Shame, guilt and
regret haunt her. They’ve become her daily companions; her demons that taunt
her and refuse to loosen their grip.
“But It wasn’t my
fault!” she cries out now in a plea of desperation. “I didn’t know, I didn’t
know….I didn’t…know...” Her plea slowly softens to a whisper, held quiet by the
strain in her throat and the pain of holding back the tears.
“Rosemary!”
His voice thunders and vibrations surge
through her. Slightly leaning her head, she peers through the mist of tears,
only to see Holy. Upon seeing His face she sobs bitterly in her realization,
that the unspeakable sin committed against her doesn’t pardon her acts of sin,
the participation in “innocent” fun. Guilty,
guilty, guilty. She lets out a gut reaching cry of regret.
A glimmer of hope breaks
through the thick darkness.
Holy Love stands. He reaches
forth with tender mercy. He drinks of every tear, He drinks of her judgment.
“What is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours.”
Eternal damnation
spared, shame and guilt along with it. The sins against her are no more. Her
sins forever erased. No more pain, sorrow, regret, and filth.
Now encompassing her
flowing with radiant beauty: garments of freedom, garments of holiness,
garments of righteousness. A royal wedding is ushered in with a celebration of
His beautiful voice singing, “What is mine is yours, and what is yours is
mine.”
Praise the Lord, who is
worthy to be praised. Glory be to His name. The one who stands in Holiness and
restores His bride to Himself. Praise the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.
Glory be to His name!
