Sweet one, let us hear your story. Let us wrap you in Love with skin.
There's a sacred love story unfolding among the women who surround me. At first, it may seem shocking. Instead of religious zeal, shrugged on like a cloak, they choose to run naked, wild and free.
These sisters are writers who use words – like boobs and f*ck – alongside other words, like sacred and holy. Sometimes they inscribe their truth on their bare bodies in Sharpie Tattoes. They tell each other they are enough.
They talk candidly about their own adultery and abuse. They dare to confront injustice and speak up for Righteousness and Truth.
Champions, they share vulnerably their deepest fears and their biggest dreams. They teach e-courses on how to be beautiful in bed!
Can you imagine what it is like in a covenant community where we see each other as we truly are, in all our beauty and in all our imperfection? It's like a garden of roses, all blooming with delicate petals unfolding.
“I want to unfold. Let nothing in me hold itself closed. For where I am closed, I am false. I want to be clear in your sight.” – Rilke
Dare we break up with Normal and live a larger life, abundant and free?
Naked and vulnerable. We are a messy canvas, indeed.
Holy from the inside out. Naked, yet unashamed.
Maybe getting naked, being vulnerable and real, is the shortest path to God.
Maybe it's in simply allowing myself to be seen.
"I see you," God says.
Loved. Forgiven. Made whole.
I hear the laughter of a child.
Innocence restored. It's me!
Like roses, we blossom and die, our petals fluttering in a pool of sweetness on the ground. The Perfumer collects each unfolding story and presses them, refines them, into the finest healing oils and perfumes.
Pressed down, shaken together, and running over; He spills the oil on all of us, my friend.
Sweet one, let us hear your story. Let us wrap you in Love with skin.
My Full Story What I Believe Contact Me
With all my love,
Sue
Copyright © 2010 to 2015 Team Family Online, All rights reserved. For reprint permission or for any private or commercial use, in any form of media, please contact Susan Schiller.
{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }
Nakedness = Real = Vulnerability = Risk
I was so willing in the past… I'm a black & white truth sayer. Just speak the truth of the Lord, and they will joyfully receive, because it's Him, right? Not right.
It was I who was chastised and rejected. I would weep along with my heart verse for people… "I will gladly spend and be expended for your souls. ". But they did not receive. In the final battle
even my best friends & husband said, "you're too much for me." Too bold, too honest, too real, even too much laughter.
But, tonight I could forget alllll that as I worshipped. It was Him, it was beautiful, & it resounded to the the rafters–"where the spirit of The Lord is, there is freedom!, every chain is broken through you Jesus". For minutes, I was with Him-free.
how do I stay there? AND be naked…? They didn't like me the first time, now I want to be free enough not to care.
And then…
Hey there Linda, soul sister!
Our world, in general, especially Christians, cannot stand nakedness and flee from vulnerabililty, so if one of us dares to vulnerable – like really naked – we have to reject her because in our hearts we know it's the Way, its the Truth, its the Life. And we don't really want Christ. It's Christ we are rejecting.
I have to say "we" because I've been a cover-up artist myself for most of my life. And then I finally dared greatly…. I got naked.
And just as you've described, they despised me. And I'm working on the "Oh well" part, the laughing and saying "Oh well". I still hurt. And that's why I get up and get naked again and again and again.
And the more of us who will live this way, the more people who will be set free. Those are my thoughts anyway.
We can't go back. I can't go back. Can you?
I come to read this as my head swims a little with the naked words I've just published. And this is just what I needed to hear. Just what I needed to remember. Thank you for reminding me that I am a part of this beautiful tribe of women. That I am not alone, even if my nakedness causes rejection.
You are a treasure to me. Seriously. Wish I could sit over coffee with you and spill hearts.
Oh Rebekah, it’s not easy, is it? I can so very much relate! Coffee sounds good, or tea, in my case… yes, let’s spill hearts! Thank you for being here with me 🙂
This is beautiful. Thank you for fighting for love and healing and freedom. Thank you for being a champion. I am lucky to be a part of your tribe.
-N
We are the lucky ones, indeed… you have blessed me immensely – thanks, Nicole!
{ 1 trackback }