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The pearls behind my tears
by Emily Chimpanzi Sometimes I sit and watch, like a little girl watching rain through her window wondering how a bright and sunny day got so dark and stormy, I sit and stare at the drops prefusely racing out of the heavens. The window I stare into is my mirror, reflecting not rain outside my window but tears that prefusely race down my cheeks, all strung out racing down my cheeks , wondering how it got so dark, wondering how the promise could bring so much pain. When it was bright and sunny friends were plenty, now that it's dark and stormy, I stand alone dejected castout from my own, they that danced with me when the sun was out are now they that churn the drum that contains my tears. I look to the heavens and I cry out, I say my Lord, My God, why should seasons change, why should the sun disappear and rain, hailstorms and floods plague that which was once a sunny day? Then I hear so loud and clear, "look at the horizon", I look up and begin to see, the storm drawing to a close, a beautiful rainbow painted across the once stormy sky, I see the trees dancing and shaking their beautiful peatals, testifying of the life the rain has brought, testifying of the strength of their roots; the storm could not bring them down! I see little shrubs that where burried deep in the soil begin to push through after the storm has broken the ground they once couldnot penetrate. I walk down to the sea where the storm seems to have raged the hardest but where I find the greatest treasure, lying bare, cracked from its shell I see a precious pearl, born out of the most excruciating pain, cracked by the storm, yet more valuable and precious than anything around it. That is the product of my tears. Every tear dropped from the excruciating pain of my heart slowly wounds itself into a pearl, released by every storm into an amazingly beautiful neck piece, that adorns my being aand embodies me with a grace, an assurance of someone greater in charge of my seasons! A boldness that screams out, no matter what comes my way; my roots have been tested and weathered the storm, proven to be authentic! As i sit and reflect at the reflection of this young woman, I boldly declare the storm was so worth it. Married to my bestfriend Frank, I love to write as an expression or an overflow of the truths that flow in my spirit as fruits of my relationship with Jesus! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |