You are Altogether Beautiful, My Darling

You are Altogether Beautiful, My Darling

By: Susan Deborah Schiller

Dedicated to Wayland – a man who makes the world a better place and me a better person!

He didn't pick the perfect wife. No, he picked the broken one… the rejected one, the wrinkled one full of blemishes and spots. He chose her at a time when many ungodly Churchgoers and preachers had kicked her around, stabbing her in the wounded places, and then left her for dead.

He chose the one who is not easy to love. He knew the memories would take time to heal.

He wasn't certain she would emerge from the darkness of her past, but he was willing to risk everything for Love. For so long she had called Good evil, and Evil good. Religion and its control system has a way of blinding you.

Very few come out of a system like this without cracks in the foundation of their very identity that extend to the core of their being, crushing the life out of them like the tentacles of a sprawling sea monster.

Hidden at the bottom, amidst the dark waves of abusive memories lurk landmines, including misunderstandings and twisted truths, buried in the sands of the soul.

Love is messy. Definitely risky. Totally worth it!

Is that how God felt when He sent His only beloved Son to us on Christmas Day? It was not the easiest assignment and definitely not the best time for a vulnerable baby to be born. Christ left His home in glory to be born in a stable, to grow up in Nazareth, to die as a criminal. Yet, Love like that brings Good News!

His birth made our Christmas day possible.

Here we are, in our pajamas on Christmas Day, no makeup (that's normal) and with tear-stained cheeks (well, that's fairly normal, too). This daughter of God received not only gifts but meaningful love notes attached to each gift.

The note pictured at the top (You are altogether beautiful, my darling, and there is no blemish in you." Song of Songs 4:7 ) was attached to a necklace made by my husband's own hands.

"Liberty" is the caption on this gold coin encircled in braided silver. He explained to me the meaning behind "gold and silver" – that they are "pure" and "rare" and "precious".

I'll try to describe how it felt to receive a gift so well thought out, so precisely designed, so precious… it feels like liquid Love pressing through my chest and going down right into my heart and lungs and even deeper yet. Into that bullet-ridden hole where an enemy grenade had once exploded, piercing and shattering my soul.

I opened another note and my heart nearly stopped! You know how certain promises in God's Word leap out at you and they become lifelines of Hope when you're drowning in a sea of despair? You hold those promises for years and they keep you afloat, but still you're lost at sea?

Pain is a gift, you see. Even when it seems impossible to go on. When we don't understand God's ways, we can learn to trust His heart. I believe that's the real path to "enlightenment." We can only discover the Light in the dark night of the soul.

"Two mercies for every woe" is a promise I've been holding tightly to my heart. Justice and righteousness are the foundation of God's throne, and that's what comes to mind when I hear the promise in Zechariah and when I see it played out in Job's life.

The note pictured above was taped to a package of silver coins, double the amount that had been stolen from me. I had long ago forgiven the man who stole my coins but I guess in some way I still grieved the pain of loss upon loss.

More than the weight of the luminous coins in my hands, HOPE and FAITH settled even more deeply in my soul, filling that gaping wound with a Love that says, "I see you". The gift He brought to me through my husband is a booster in Faith, an injection of Hope, and an infusion of Joy!

I think of so many of my sisters who have been through hell the past few years. Many of them have lost everything and have had to start over from scratch more than once. Perhaps you, like them, have big dreams that seem to have been washed up on the shore, never having been given the opportunity to sail past the breakers that toppled your ship.

Your hopes get dashed by the incessant pounding of the waves. It seems too hard to believe again. Feeling shipwrecked and damaged beyond repair is where so many of us have lived these past few years.

You are not too much, dear heart. You are seen.

The waiting will not last forever. There are two mercies for every woe and so much more!

I have not yet seen the fulfillment of all the promises I'm holding onto yet. There are still many more breakthroughs ahead for me. It begins with waking up to reality and facing the giants, one-by-one.

I feel like our Lord is saying to you and me, "Awaken, My Bride, and I will make you whole. You may feel shattered to pieces but I'm holding the pieces of your soul and making beauty out of the ashes. Come dance with Me, my darling!"

Through eyes of Love, we are awakening to our BEAUTIFUL lives. Love stirs and awakens beauty, and beauty heals the soul.

To awaken is a painful journey from living the life we thought we were supposed to live to the life we can only imagine. I dare to believe that you and I can co-create new lives of abundance, beauty, and joy, in Christ! Heaven is only a whisper away.

Let's dream big, okay? Let's make a quantum leap!

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With all my love,

Sue

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Tagged as: "Love from Papa" Series, Choosing Love Today, Create Your World, Deborah White Dove, Losing it All and Starting Over, PTSD - post-traumatic stress disorder, Rewriting the Future, True Religion Speaks, Voice of the Bride