Hiding

Why are you hiding, little one? Why are you masking yourself?

The Lord sees you still, and he is not surprised. He is not surprised and he is not caught off guard and he is not taken aback.

He sees you fully, bare before him without the masks. You hiding from him is like a little child covering her eyes and thinking she cannot be seen.

He sees you fully, all of you. He sees your heart right this moment as it beats the blood through your veins, and he sees your heart right this moment as it twists at the thought of being seen.

You think it is caked with dirt after years of toiling in the pit, and to anyone else’s eyes, it’s true. You are dirty. You are filthy. You have stains under your fingernails and dust in your hair and clumps of earth stuck to the soles of your feet. You are a mess.

But the river, oh, the river. And the blood, oh, the blood.

It comes and it sweeps through your pit, fills it up and fills it in, and floods the barren field that you have called “home” for so long.

That which you have sown in tears, you will reap in joy.

That’s not platitude. That’s bible. That’s scripture, God-breathed and inspired and held true and passed down for generations.

That’s promise.

That which you have sown in tears, you will reap in joy.

All the years of toiling in the pit and being marked the laborer in the field will be redeemed at the banquet when the feast is had and the bridegroom celebrates the greatest marriage to the most beautiful bride.

The bride. She was dirty and desolate and broken for years.

But the bridegroom. He washed her feet and held her face and kissed her tears with the sweetest lips. He washed her with the water and with the blood.

He saw her, bare with all the dirt and all the grime and all the hardness. He saw her with the years of brokenness and the lines of fear, anger, hurt drawn across her face.

He saw her and he washed her with the water, with the blood.

So, too, he washes you with the water and the blood.

Uncover your eyes, little one. Look to the one who sees you and knows you fully. Let him wash you with the water and wash you with the blood.

Your striving can cease — there’s no need for that when the water rushes in and floods your dirty heart.

The water just… sweeps it away.

The blood just… sweeps it away.

No more filth. No more dirt. No more pit. No more barrenness.

You cannot hide from this great love, love. You cannot hide from this great river. You cannot hide from those eyes of fire.

Look into them and feel his hands as they cup your face and shake the dust from your heart. Feel the river of love wash over you as your tears and fears are kissed away.

That which you have sown in tears, you will reap in joy.

Wedding feasts are full of song, full of dance, and full of joy.

Come — the bridegroom takes great delight in you; he sweeps your barren land with a river and calls it married.

There comes a time when the veil is lifted and the radiant face of the bride is revealed. You are the one he loves, your face radiant and your voice sweet.

Come out of hiding, little one.

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