“She doesn’t know what to do. Then she sees him coming towards her, not the boy; but a man. This man, he can fix her. Fix what’s in her hands. He reaches out to take it, but she cowers back. She can’t give that to him. Because she understands that if she gives her broken heart to this man, it’ll belong to him and him alone. She doesn’t know if she’s ready for that. She knows that this man is trustworthy. She knows he’ll fix it for her. Take care of it, mend it, and more than that, fill that hole made just for him.
But she’s so scared. Fear overtakes her. She feels like a small, vulnerable child, looking into the begging eyes of her father. He pleads with her on how he loves her and cherishes her. She knows that, but she has to choose to receive it. Believe it. But she has to first give him her broken heart. A heart full of pain and anguish. Full of unanswered questions. Full of doubt, full of hurt, and full of just plain pain left by this boy. A boy put in a place he never belonged. Put somewhere he was never supposed to be in. The girl turns to her father. She knows. She believes. But does she trust?
The love in his eyes is so undeniable. So, she chooses to be bold and courageous. She takes those shattered remains, and she places them into his hands. He scrapes the bits stuck to her hands into his palm, and there is no blood, but just her hands, and they‘re glowing from his touch. She’s amazed and in awe. She looks at him, and his smile is so beautiful to her. She looks at the heart that she knows is hers in his hands, and there are stitches all over it. Stitches soaked with blood. Not hers, but his. His blood seeps from the stitches into the cracks of her heart and as the blood flows from the stitches they become white and loose. As they turn whiter, they begin to fall off. When the last stitch falls there is a heart in his hands. Red, beating, and alive. All the cracks and broken bits are still visible, but they are held together by the blood of this man. The blood that put together brokenness that’s still visible, but made whole by that precious blood.
She‘s just in awe of what he‘s done for her. She wants it. Wants that heart, because she knows its hers. But, she becomes still, and looks at this man. This is no ordinary man. This man, he‘s her father. This man loves her deeply. She belongs to this man. She belongs to her father. This daughter belongs to her father. Her one true father. He walks towards her, smiles, and places the heart in her hands. And it‘s her choice whether or not she places it where it‘s supposed to go. She looks down at it, then at him, and asks him. “will you do it?”. His smile widens and he replies, “yes my child”. He cups his hands around hers, lifts it towards her chest, and puts her heart in. Immediately it starts to glow, and it permeates her entire body. She‘s glowing. She is radiant. She is light because the heart that is within her contains the blood of her father.
She looks up and sees that he isn’t glowing. She‘s so confused. Why isn’t he glowing? She realizes that there are holes in his wrists and ankles. Those holes are there so the hole in her heart could be filled. What?! But she wants him to glow just like her. He looks to her and says, “Daughter, I am within you. You glow so people can see me in you. You glow, because I glow”. She looks harder at him, and realizes that He is light itself. She cannot explain it, but he is light. And she is a vessel for that light. He takes her hand in his, intertwines it, adjusts it so he is on the backside, and begins to walk. She doesn’t know where she’s going, or where he’s leading her, but she is following, leaving footprints of light in their wake. He is hers, and she is his. Forever. Amen.”
What you just read was a vision the Lord gave me that I wrote down. He does this really cool thing where He reveals things to me and I have the privilege to write it down and it helps me or any person in any way. This vision painted a picture of me looking to another to fulfill something within my heart that only Jesus can fill. It revealed that His blood is the only thing that will ever truly satisfy me, and I unfortunately had to learn that the hard way. The Lord had given me up to the lusts of my heart and my own desires and I had hit rock bottom the end of my senior year. The boy I had fallen in love with left me, and I was left heartbroken and so far from the Lord. I chose this boy over God, but the story did not stop there. God pursued me in the midst of my pain, and He pulled me out of the hopeless pit I had fallen into. Not only that, but He put me on a rock, that is His love.
I tell you this vision that I had because the Lord has not only revealed a spiritual gift he has given me, but it is a chance to tell you guys that Jesus is enough, and He is better. And that is why I have chosen to leave my home for nine months and travel the world telling people about how the Lord has chosen little ole Kyla to share His story. Our story. I want people to know that God is enough, and I want His light to shine so bright through me that people take notice; but they don’t see me, they see the Lord within me. Because I was created by Him and for Him, just like every person walking this earth. Just like you. And I want people to know that. So, I’m gonna be a light for His name, what about you? Be shattered like glass, but made whole by the blood of Jesus just like me. I promise you, He’s worth it, and so are you.
