Woman.
Where are the women rising up, standing up for those without a voice, changing the world?
Sitting.
Seated at the foot of the Throne.
They’ve found their home
Looking up at the Creator.
The Creator of the woman.
He molded her.
Flesh and bones threaded with fire and passion.
He looks down at His crown of creation.
Delighted in the woman.
She knows who she is because she has truly seen who He is.
Woman.
Look around and you will see the dust that she’s tracked up running to greatness.
Past the skeptics and questions.
Past the “you’re too emotional” and “your words don’t matter”.
She runs.
She runs into the world ready for war.
She knows who she is and she knows the weight that carries.
She looks to her left and to her right and there they are.
The sisterhood.
Unity.
She feels stronger.
The strength.
it rises.
Like a wildfire
They rise.
The doubts are like a bottle of gasoline poured out into the cracks of the earth.
Still they run. Eyes set ahead. On the promise of His coming.
As they run, the world is set ablaze.
Set ablaze.
A fire that began in the eyes of The King, grabbed by the women, thrown back into the Earth.
Woman.
She sits at His feet.
Her tears drop from her flesh to His.
The whispers of the skeptics begin.
She let’s her hair down and cleans Him.
Though he needs no washing.
Her gift for His priceless love.
He sees her.
That’s His gift back.
He sees her heart.
She is unwoven before Him.
She knows not of the fire that burns within her, yet she knows He deserves her heart.
She gave Him her all and He knew it.
Woman.
She runs.
Into possibility.
Into greatness.
Into His arms.
She knows that seeing Him face to face is the finish line.
She stands in His presence, while the fire of her life burns behind her.
Set ablaze.
Her life.
His eyes.
