Let me preface this by explaining something. I’ve always seen the Lord as my father. But I’ve been praying recently that I would begin to see the Lord as my lover. That the Lord would pursue me in this way. That I would see Him as the lover of my soul…
We went up in the mountains of our city the other day to go and celebrate children’s day with a school. Children’s day is a beautifully fantastic holiday here where they literally just celebrate children. There’s piñatas and candy and lots of games. Well we went up to a school up in the mountains and while we were there one of my amazing teammates, Miranda, felt a pull from the Lord that her and I were supposed to be somewhere else talking/praying with someone. She noticed a woman up the road in a pink dress and came up to me and said “Ashley, we’re supposed to go talk to her.” I said, “Okay. Absolutely. Let’s go”. And so we went.
Wow. What a beautiful woman she is. So old; but so full of life. She told us a bit about her life and her children and her faith in the Lord. An incredible woman of God she is – so much faith, so much joy radiating out of her. Half way through this conversation and through praying for her; I looked up and I wasn’t looking into the eyes of this woman anymore. I was literally looking into the face of Jesus Christ. It was hard to stand. He stared at me, unwavering, and spoke to me the most beautiful love letter I’d ever heard in my life. While Miranda stood there and watched this woman rattling all this off in Spanish, I stared into the eyes of my Savior and listened to Him intently rattle off a beautiful love letter to me, in the language that I find the most beautiful in all the world.
“Aye. Muneca bonita. Muneca muy bonita tu eres. Mi muneca bonita. Piel muy blanca, ojos azules. Innocencia. Tan bonita. Un Corazon llena con amor y gozo. Un Corazon gran y hermosa… he started; Beautiful doll, a beautiful doll you are. My beautiful doll. Skin so white. Eyes so blue. So pure. So beautiful. Your heart radiating love and full of so much joy. Your heart so big and so beautiful…”
He continued on. My heart exploded. We walked away. I turned to Miranda. Who was slightly confused as to why the pull to go talk to this woman happened. And I just said “it was for me.” I stared into the eyes of my lover. Watched Him, intently, unwavering, stare into my eyes, pursue me, love me, and begin to restore me.
Ah. The beauty that is coming from letting the lover of my soul, restore it.
