This “peace which passes all understanding” comes directly from Your Hand, from witnessing, in action, Your recognition and understanding of me, seeing how You care for me, and from the strength I derive, from participating in your process , in assisting the birthing of the beauty which comes straight from Your Heart. This is the process of being healed by Your Hand, because You have made me a part of the cause closest to Your Heart, that of the giving and receiving of joy among Your Family. My pain is transformed into love, just like the birthing process. You have chosen to use me, so that my fruit may remain. What a joy it is, indeed.
Healing is painful, but YOU give me the strength to make it to the part where it all becomes only beauty, because You were with me, there, the whole time. You, Your character, and the work of Your Hands, is that beauty. I have learned to endure. I have become patient. At this point, I can enjoy the comfort You so freely give, from Your graciousness.
I realize that the opposition clearly highlights our own identity, by how we respond. That is why we women finally leave the abusive men, because we hate who they force us to become. Just like what we fell in love with at the beginning was that we loved who we were while with them, even though they deceived us about who they really are, to get us bonded to them. We realize what we loved was illusory, a fantasy they sold us. We needed to be freed to be who we actually are. “He who The Son sets free, shall be free indeed.” Our identity in You is revealed by Your process.
I am not the one giving birth right now. Israel is. But as a woman, I understand the birthing process. That was what my dream was about, where I was assisting my horse to give birth. She trusted me, in the dream, and was not frightened at all, at my help. My friends who saw me with her were not interested in helping me, but it was, for me, a positive and beautiful experience, and the new life being born was lovely. (Animal “husbandry “ indeed!)
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