There she stood in a ball gown of rich emerald green; feathery and elegant- hiding her hazel eyes behind a shimmery black mask.
In the center of the room her lover met her.
One look was all it took.
She was undone.
His eyes were pure; like a consuming fire igniting passion shed never felt before.
"He KNOWS," she thought to herself as she stood frozen in fear.
Graceful as a dove, he advanced toward her.
He lifted his hands and ever so gently touched her fragile, porcelain face.
She wanted to run but found that her feet felt like lead beneath her.
Her lover placed one hand behind her back, and with the other he ran his fingers through her amber brown hair.
Then he dipped her gently backward, never surrendering his gaze.
Effortlessly, he removed the mask and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead.
Time stood still.
Suddenly the room spun.
She no longer wore the ball gown,
though still the dress was emerald green.
This dress was knee-length and had one strap going from one side to the other.
The bottom flared and there were pockets on both sides.
On her feet were classic black Chuck Taylors.
Again her lover advanced; a smile fixed upon his face that could light up a thousand rooms.
Taking her hands in his, he opened his mouth and whispered delicately,
"there you are."
And they danced through the night.
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I've been asking lately if this is all worth it.
All the sacrifice.
Humiliation.
Tears.
What makes Him worth it?
"From everlasting to everlasting the Lords love is with those who fear him; with those who keep his covenant and remember to obey his precepts."
Psalm 103:17,18
His love.
His love!
That's it!
I am completely, radically in love
with a King that says I'm enough!
The story is a vision the Lord gave me.
I was born in May,
so emerald is my birthstone.
All my life I've worn a mask.
The thought of being myself scared the hell out of me.
All along, I thought it would be easier to hide.
Turns out I was absolutely miserable and didn't know how to get out.
I wanted desperately to be free to be myself,
while at the same time I had a sick desire for people to like me.
I got to a point where I didn't even know who I was anymore.
If someone said jump.
I'd ask how high.
But that's not who I am anymore,
because there's one person in my life who wouldn't let me stay there.
Jesus.
He removed the mask.
He helped me become comfortable in my own skin.
He helped me to see who I really am.
Now I'm His rock star in an emerald green dress.
