won’t your let Him?

she runs from the past. becoming hardened by her anger. she is in desperate need of someone to  love her back to tender.

she is a single mom who just happens to be 19. she loves well, but she does it solo. her 19 year old heart just wants a do over with love.

she is a timid preteen that is searching for her place.

she is a girl who wants to be accepted. for just being her.

she sits alone in a crowded room. wondering if it’s her that’s the odd one. hoping that someone will just look her way and see her.

she is so very lonely.

 

 

she went to draw water on a dry and dusty afternoon.

she met Him at the well.

He offered “living water” and “told her everything she ever did”

she knew He wasn’t supposed to speak to her…she didn’t expect to see the love in His eyes.

not a love of any other man she’d met…He saw her.

REALLY SAW HER!

at first she wanted to cover her eyes so He couldn’t see so deeply..

but in her desperation, she just wanted someone to see HER.

and He did!

Beloved, His name is JESUS and He sees you!

 

she was given to a lover to produce an heir.

her mistress sent her away after God fulfilled His promise.

so, she sat under a bush while she watched her son slowly die.

and HE saw her!

in her dispair…in her loneliness.

and she wasn’t alone or invisible!

Beloved, HE sees you! El Roi is His name! 

 

He is the EVERLASTING GOD! He is the same today as He was then. He still draws us Living Water from His Well. He still looks under shrubs and sees our tears. He still looks deeply. Seeing the hidden and loving you anyway. He is the Gentle Shepherd.

Let HIM look! Let HIM see!

You are worth at least that much! (pssst…and SO MUCH MORE!)

~S

i’m still a southern girl

he held the door for my daughter and me, then tipped his hat.

“Thank you,” i said with a smile.

his returned smile caused me to remembered…

being raised in the wide open spaces of West Texas.  where sunsets filled the horizon and tumble weeds were more prevalent than trees. where oil equaled money. and “hot” meant a temperature of 100+  in the shade.

where men held open doors for EVERY lady. and “Ma’am” and “Sir” were part of everyday conversation.

that Southern Charm was something you did, not something you were taught.

i always thought i’d marry a cowboy and grow old on a porch swing watching sunsets in the desert.

but i’m so THANKFUL that God wanted MORE for me than i wanted for myself.

that He hand-picked a “Yankee” to sweep me off my feet.

he may not be a Southern boy, but he’s mine!

he may not wear a Stetson, but he looks quite cute in the occasional baseball cap.

he may prefer flip flops to spurs…

he may drive “the man van” instead of a big truck…

he may be a “Yankee” but he’s still my charming man!

he may not resemble John Wayne, but he resembles JESUS CHRIST which is A MUCH BETTER MAN!

HE’S MINE and I AM HIS!

and WE CHOOSE to do life together…till one of us goes home to wait for the other.

 

i do not live in the desert anymore. trees are sometimes less prevalent than corn. but i do still enjoy the occasional fabulous sunset.

Courteous Southern Charm is present and TAUGHT in our home.

we are slowly teaching our girls never to accept less. especially from  boys that will one day haunt visit our home.

I want my sweet girls to have doors opened for them. i want that boy to be enamored with her heart.

and so, these are the rules:

  • he will shake their father’s hand before asking to court our daughter.
  • he will call me “ma’am”.
  • he will open my baby’s door and be a man of honor or he will not get a shot at her hand!
  • he will be genuine and faithful to Christ.
  • and he will be worthy of her.

and when the day comes when we give her away, he will pledge himself to her and choose to do life with her till death.

cause every lady deserves that.

the occasional tipping of a hat is a plus too! 🙂

~s.rae