South Carolina
I'm so grateful for your comment; it greatly encouraged me. I'm not sure what you meant by renewing your relationship with Christ. I don't know how far you've gone, where you are, or what you have done... but know that Christ runs to you. No matter what.
Tamar is written about in 2 Samuel 13:1-22. Although Tamar had a heinous crime done to her, I think as women we can relate to her feelings of being desolate or disgraced, whether from our own sin or the sins of others committed against us. Satan is actively and progressively pedaling the demoralization of women.
I want to share a beautiful picture of Christ in something that Beth Moore wrote. She often times, writes from Biblical stories, yet gives them her own personal imagination. Therefore, it gives us even more a sense of just how our King relates to us. I put myself right where Tamar sat... in ashes.
"Imagine Tamar: grief-stricken, sobbing, ashes on her head. Her body in a heap on the cold floor. Soot covers her beautiful face and smears the rich colors of her torn robe. Her outward appearance echoes the cavernous darkness in her soul. Hopelessness and death well up in her. She is nothing but a tomb.
The door of her room slowly creaks open. A stream of cloudy sunlight pours through the door. A figure of a man takes form within it. Not Absalom. No, she would recognize Absalom anywhere. Her hearts jumps with sickening terror; then the figure steps through the door and His visage becomes clear. Tamar has never seen Him before, yet He looks so familiar. Not frightening. And she should be frightened. No man should be entering her chamber. She should run, but she cannot seem to move.
She glances down at the hands that seem paralyzed on her lap, her palms covered with ash. She suddenly becomes shamefully aware of her appearance. Wretchedness sears her heart. She is certain her violated estate is obvious. She despises herself.
'Tamar,' the man speaks gently and with warm familiarity.
Her heart sobs, 'She is dead!' A slave of shame has taken her place.
He approaches and takes her face in His hands. No one has ever done that before. The overwhelming intimacy turns her face crimson, not with shame but with vulnerability. His thumbs sweep over her cheeks and wipe the tears from her face. As He takes His hands from her face and places them on her head, her throat aches with fresh cries as she sees the filth on His hands. Her filth. He draws back His hands and she senses something on her head. Perhaps in His mercy He has hooded her disgrace.
The man offers her His hands, still covered with soot, and she takes them. Suddenly she is standing. Trembling. He leads her to the brass mirror hung on the wall. She turns her face away. He lifts her chin. She gives the mirror only a glance. Her heart is startled. She begins to stare. Her face is no longer streaked with dirt. Her cheeks are blushed with beauty; her eyes are clear and bright. Her torn coat is gone. A garment of fine white linen graces her neck and adorns her frame. The King's daughter, pure and undefiled. Beauty from ashes."
May you see, SC, who you truly are in Christ.
Tamar is written about in 2 Samuel 13:1-22. Although Tamar had a heinous crime done to her, I think as women we can relate to her feelings of being desolate or disgraced, whether from our own sin or the sins of others committed against us. Satan is actively and progressively pedaling the demoralization of women.
I want to share a beautiful picture of Christ in something that Beth Moore wrote. She often times, writes from Biblical stories, yet gives them her own personal imagination. Therefore, it gives us even more a sense of just how our King relates to us. I put myself right where Tamar sat... in ashes.
"Imagine Tamar: grief-stricken, sobbing, ashes on her head. Her body in a heap on the cold floor. Soot covers her beautiful face and smears the rich colors of her torn robe. Her outward appearance echoes the cavernous darkness in her soul. Hopelessness and death well up in her. She is nothing but a tomb.
The door of her room slowly creaks open. A stream of cloudy sunlight pours through the door. A figure of a man takes form within it. Not Absalom. No, she would recognize Absalom anywhere. Her hearts jumps with sickening terror; then the figure steps through the door and His visage becomes clear. Tamar has never seen Him before, yet He looks so familiar. Not frightening. And she should be frightened. No man should be entering her chamber. She should run, but she cannot seem to move.
She glances down at the hands that seem paralyzed on her lap, her palms covered with ash. She suddenly becomes shamefully aware of her appearance. Wretchedness sears her heart. She is certain her violated estate is obvious. She despises herself.
'Tamar,' the man speaks gently and with warm familiarity.
Her heart sobs, 'She is dead!' A slave of shame has taken her place.
He approaches and takes her face in His hands. No one has ever done that before. The overwhelming intimacy turns her face crimson, not with shame but with vulnerability. His thumbs sweep over her cheeks and wipe the tears from her face. As He takes His hands from her face and places them on her head, her throat aches with fresh cries as she sees the filth on His hands. Her filth. He draws back His hands and she senses something on her head. Perhaps in His mercy He has hooded her disgrace.
The man offers her His hands, still covered with soot, and she takes them. Suddenly she is standing. Trembling. He leads her to the brass mirror hung on the wall. She turns her face away. He lifts her chin. She gives the mirror only a glance. Her heart is startled. She begins to stare. Her face is no longer streaked with dirt. Her cheeks are blushed with beauty; her eyes are clear and bright. Her torn coat is gone. A garment of fine white linen graces her neck and adorns her frame. The King's daughter, pure and undefiled. Beauty from ashes."
May you see, SC, who you truly are in Christ.
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