“What sort of world might it have been if Eve had refused the Serpent’s offer and had said to him instead, “Let me not be like God. Let me be what I was made to be–let me be a woman”? -Elisabeth Elliot, Let Me be a Woman
Why is it that these hands of mine always reached for something more than just being me. Unsatisfied with the borders of myself, the limits of my skin, I always wanted……….more.
I tried stretching myself, busying myself with attaining this “more.” Yet am I happy in this effort? Do I ever reach this longed for destination?
Abba, You found and cradled me in Your presence and whispered gently as You always do, “return from the fields and come home.”
Yet my heart understood more than what was spoken. My heart heard acceptance, understanding, and rest from pulling away from how You created me to be. My eyes saw more. They saw the pain in Your eyes that have watched me run in the opposite direction, observed for years of me contorting my body to fit various molds I thought I needed to be reshaped into, those eyes that were more familiar with my pain in this process than I was…and yet held Your hands out always to call me home. Call me to rest in what You’ve finished.
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