Just three weeks ago, she walked dirty streets, barefoot and on the verge of being sold into the sex trade. Her hair was cut with a pair of careless hands. Her smiles were rare and her laughter forced. She was hopeless, desiring more, and needing love not being given. Then, her Daddy stepped in…
It’s Easter morning, and I am drinking my morning coffee. After taking my first sip, I notice something moving out of the corner of my eye. I look over and see Grace, spinning in the morning light which flooded through the front door. She is wearing a white dress covered in purple and pink flowers. She spins with a smile, unaware that I am watching. She keeps her eyes fixed on the dress which moves around her body. She smiles because she knows she looks beautiful. She knows that just a few weeks ago she wouldn’t have been able to wear such a beautiful dress, let alone keep it clean. Yet here she is, dancing and spinning and feeling like the daughter she was created to be.
Once she realized I was watching, she rushed over and jumped in my arms, laughing the whole way. I held her and told her how beautiful she was. Running my fingers through her still choppy hair, I felt the love of our Papa. I felt the passionate love that walked Jesus to the cross. The love that pulled her from the garbage dump and brought her to a palace. His love has taken off her filthy garments and robed her in beautiful light.
This Easter, I saw the tangible love of the Father. I saw how His love resurrected the Son from the grave, and how that same love resurrected Grace from the dump. Our King Jesus now sits at the right hand of the Father on His throne. And Grace now wears a beautiful white dress in the arms of her Maker.
He was resurrected… And therefore, so are we.
“You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy.” Psalm 30:11
