I was given this name by my teammate, Sage, a few months ago. A new name. The revelation is becoming greater. I feel myself having an intense longing for Him like never before. A heart cry that I can’t explain. I wrote this:
The measurements for the dress are being taken. An authority is being given. A handing over is occurring. She stands awaiting this moment. As the tape measure intertwines her body, her heart yearns and madly beats. Drawing her chest up and down. A twinkle in her eye. Sparkling pupils like diamonds glistening in the sunlight. A joy on her skin like drops of rain. Wearing anticipation like a flowing gown. A long awaited union. Lingering for what felt like eternity. A groaning, tremors like birth pains. A revelation waiting for its appointed time. Invitations sent. Responses tallied. Measurements taken. The dress made just for her, the bride of the vinedresser. Soul thirsting for Him like a parched land in need of water. The desert disappearing like a scene in the rearview mirror. The doors to the holy aisle are about to be opened. She approaches. Perspiration on her fingertips. Waiting to take His hand in hers. Doors swing open echoing the sounds of a distant battle being won. Everyone rises to their feet. Filling the room with sounds of triumph. Her eyes look up. They meet His in an instant. Passion and love overtake her like a wave crashing ashore. She can no longer keep her own
composure, mustering strength from within herself. Now a new kind of strength she leans on. His. His love for her is her new strength. She takes her first step towards Him. Her feet feeling as light as a feather underneath her. As if she’s gliding in the air. Soaring to her lover. She walks. His eyes still upon her. Tears fall down His face. As He’s been waiting just as long as she has. She approaches Him. Now they are face to face. She blinks almost for a moment believing it’s a dream. But, it’s the greatest reality of her life. She takes His hand. He squeezes it tight. Blood rushes through her. A wave of His love crashes over her body. Let the marriage ceremony begin. For the bride of the vinedresser.
