Clothed In Grace

Laying naked at the alter within the walls that had become my sanctuary, screaming as emotional pain turned physical. It was there between the stark white walls of my shower where my suffering allowed sensitivity to Gods voice. The weight of chains bound around my naked flesh drawing me to the floor, head laying at the drain. Eyes swollen seeing only a shadow through its frosted glass door. He had followed me closely down the dimly lit path to this place of sanctuary both dragging with us chains of revelation. Revelation of our own and of one another. Tongues pulsating in relief after years of being held in submission. Each fearing for many years that in a moment of passion we'd become weak telling the tale of dancing beneath the oceans deep, dark waters of infidelity. Never imagining we'd both swam there. I screamed and I screamed until the shadow disappeared. My husband had looked at me intimately for the last sixteen years, yet I could not bare him looking at me in this moment. I entered as offender and as victim, always knowing I was one, but never imagining the other. I could not speak, only scream wordless screams never imagining them to be answered, but in His mercy God answered my screams. His right hand lifting me, drying my drenched body, clothing me in His Grace. When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. I proclaimed for many years this creator of Love, yet I did not completely give my heart to him until the day I reached out of my madness allowing my hand to be taken into His. So many more layers lay beneath this story of being clothed in grace, so many more layers of this particular day to unfold. More layers I plan on sharing with you over time. The layers are complex and require much sensitivity. I pray that this portion reads to you, the reader as it does to me....God Reveals and God Rescues. In the days and months that followed He showed us that He is also a Restorer. I am anxious to share that part with you...in time, in time.