John purchased a tiny Star of Bethlehem last night for me…
For the Feast of the Epiphany of the Lord…
With the scent of Frankincense and Myrrh filling my lungs, I breathe deeply of the love of the Christ Child, as I kneel before the wooden manger resting under the lights of the Christmas tree.
A tree, with only a paper star to dress it, in this home that I have named “Morning Star“.
Gently I touch the gold around my neck…a symbol of the goodness of my Abba Father, a symbol from my one love, to remind me that love is of God and it is forever.
The brilliance of the tiny diamond illuminates the Light of the love of Jesus, my ONE LOVE Savior God,who chose to enter the darkness of my pain.
The scent of the Frankincense rises with my outstretched hands, as I pray in gratitude and JOY, for the now of my love for You Jesus…for the waters of Grace washing and cleansing my broken child heart… For the Gift of your outstretched arms reaching for me…wanting to embrace me, with Mother Mary…and allowing myself to be embraced.
I gently rock in prayer, as I feel your innocence… The tender gaze of Creator God, come as a baby, beginning to restore my own body to innocence in You …before the abuse stole it from me,
Leaving behind the stigma…
The woodsy scent of the Myrrh is gift that soothes and heals and saves…balm extracted from a thorny tree…presented to You , my One Love Jesus ….on that Epiphany night.
The beautiful Child, born under the Star of Bethlehem, the Face of Abba Father…
So soon to be bathed in the oil of Myrrh , betrayed by the kiss of a trusted one…
Dying on the wood of the Cross to grant to us, to grant to me, healing and salvation and
Eternal Life…
Eternal Love…
The scent of the Myrrh soothes my hands, as I hold a wooden cross close to my heart, on this Epiphany morning. I hear You Jesus , my One Love, speaking to my heart, whispering to me…
“You are my beloved child…, he can never hurt you again.
Know that I am healing you…
Loving you into wholeness…loving you through John’s love for you…
Cherishing you, as I cup your face with my nail scarred hands…
I forgave him, as you forgave him, through my Grace and Mercy…
Be Healed.
Be Free.
Be present to the Divine Presence within you.
The scars of abuse, and the stigma that I carry in the present as a result of the abuse, have been replaced with the brilliance of the Christ Child,
Resting under the Star of Bethlehem…
And…
The Star of Bethlehem that I now wear around my neck, and forevermore hold in my heart…
Tells me that I am Loved and cherished…a beloved daughter of Abba Father,
Tender child of my One Love Jesus, Savior and Lord…
Loved by John, my husband ,whose touch was the first in love, who will be the last in love, who will be always…
I love you John…
And I bend low in praise and thanksgiving to
Jesus
The Light that has dawned in my soul…the Morning Star…
The Star of Bethlehem…,
Who whispers the words that I have ached a lifetime to hear:
You are …
So…
LOVED!
Everything is Grace,
The wee one