Sometimes I grin as I watch one who was so broken emerge from the ashes.

 

At any given moment tears might fill my eyes as I see joy restored, hope reinstated, and passion kicking up dust with their heels.

 

I often whisper, “Fly, baby girl…fly.”

 

It can take years of work and rivers of tears. Many comings and goings to keep processing through it all. Sometimes on my part, just a lot of listening with only nods.

 

But one day.

It happens.

They show up for life.

They get excited about God speaking to them.

They walk through the fears and see that it wasn’t so bad.

They hold their head higher.

Their shoulders are back.

They no longer shrink in the room.

They sit up straight.

They’ve learned who they are in Christ.

They survived the pain.

They mastered the moods.

They bravely looked within and did the surgery with Jesus.

 

And me..

Well…

Sometimes I smile

Sometimes I laugh

Sometimes I cry

Sometimes all of it at once.

 

Their presentation is different.

Their demeanor has shifted.

They’ve gone through a divine makeover.

They glow in Jesus.

 

They’ve seen the truth.

They ain’t paupers, you see,

They are royalty, and they are about to trail-blaze a legacy with the King.

 

With each “lift off” I’m honored to get a front-row seat in the airport.

 

“Go high, babe, go high…

You’re fully equipped to wreak Hell and take as many hearts with you as you can. Own that unique runway with all of your heart, soul, and mind. Follow His heavenly itinerary and take every inch of the land that He places your foot.”

 

You did the work.

You sowed in tears.

Now you’ll reap the harvest.