The Cold Chill His Sleeping Beauties

Her feet are bare. Her heels worn, cracked and dry. The bottoms are soiled in the dirt. She enters into the midst of a sea of strangers, her presence takes the atmosphere. Her skin is beaten by the sun her posture is timid and fragile. Her muscles subtly shake as she moves unbalanced clumsy. She moves like a wounded lioness looking for her pride looking for safety to clean her wounds.

Her clothing is provocative and lewd, and she seems to be unaware of it. Her body is almost separated from her a perfect illustration of the condition of her precious soul. It is almost as though she is in two different places all at once.

Her eyes are exhausted filled with darkness, hatred, pain, her smile is non-existent. Her bones are feeble weak and she shakes like an eel every other moment. She is unaware and is walking to the tick of a clock that most cannot hear. Her heart pulses and makes a cry a scream that to most of us is unheard, we are deaf to her cries.

Her heart is beating like a drum, the rhythm is louder than the mighty thunder of heaven. As her heartbeats and thumps in her chest heaven is alerted, and this soundless prayer begins. This prayer is lifted high up into the heavens. Ministering angels surround her, and it is like time has ceased and no longer applies in her realm.

As her cry is heard it is answered by our heavenly Father. Suddenly His wounded daughter and I cross paths and my heart is wrecked with the compassion of our Heavenly Father for her. I do not understand it. I can see her the way He does, and I can feel His heart for her. How much He just wants her to be able to hear above all the clutter and noise. He wants her to hear above all the cold chitter-chatter surrounding her these powerful words "I love you."

Tell Her I love her!

The earth is sunny and it is summer, beautiful but even in the midst of pleasure and enjoyment, the lusts of this world cannot hide the fruit of its coldness. The stories of the real lives of all His sleeping beauties are relevant and cold. How does one get to this point? We all arrogantly ask? How does one become so broken and distorted? As we try to make sense of a broken soul's history.

How can the summer be so sunny and yet so cold? I will tell you how it is because of our sin.

I have a tattoo on my shoulder I got it when I was a young idiot, well I still am an idiot just in a different breed. When I was a young idiot however I loved this tattoo it summed up everything I thought was righteous at the time. The older I got the more I began to loathe it.

It says so assuredly "Party like a man, Love like a woman." How stupid right? I know? Seriously though I used to live like this, this was my gigantic philosophy in this world! Distorted HAHA! Lord have mercy.

However, I have to come not to loathe it as it is forever a reminder to me of what Jesus Christ saved me from and that He owes me nothing in this life. I am at His mercy.

We are all different and called and elected to walk through various things. I am not comparing.

My hope and prayer is that His precious daughter and her story will be one of her looking at all her beautiful scars and then looking at Jesus and being completely awestruck.

Only you Jesus, Only you Holy Spirit. I know you have written her story in heaven and You already know all the parts of it. Thank you for making me a small part of it. I bless you and I bless her, may she find Your life-giving love, grace, and mercy every moment of her life. May she never thirst for anything else but you Jesus. For Your Kingdom in Jesus name.

Father in the name of Jesus,

I pray for every sleeping beauty may You bless and restore every part of their souls. I pray for the radical healing of souls and every trauma that has driven them from your loving arms. I pray Holy Spirit you touch every one of your sleeping beauties and they are transformed into your beautiful warriors as you have made them. I pray Father against all wicked and vileness that sexually objectifies Your daughters. I pray that men look at your daughters the way You do with compassion and not has vehicles to be used for lust and pleasure. Free your daughters in a mighty way. May the woman of Israel be surged with power from on high to overcome the filth of this world.

In the name of the KING of KINGS & LORD of LORDS

Jesus Christ

Forevermore

Amen & Amen