Transformation Before the Throne

Bent at the waist, before God's throne of glory and grace, she poured out the frustrations of her heart that tormented her soul night and day.

As tears streamed down the soft of her cheeks, she recounted the anguish and sorrow that encapsulated and illustrated her life. For there were scads of dreams never realized countless unfulfilled desires, innumerable failed outcomes, and a horde of unmet expectations. Each trial and tribulation lived unraveled her, little by little, chipping away at her faith, every grieving uttered unto God at that moment, her faith waned even more as malaise overtook her body.

Intently, the Lord listened to every word spoken, hearkened even what was unsaid yet lingered in her mind, and interpreted each tear that fell. Then, God whispered, and from her mouth flowed the words, it's not as important as I have made it.

Over and over, she recited, like a canzonet, it's not as important as I have made it, till the words flooded her soul, penetrated her heart, and washed over her mind, renewing and cleansing her spirit.

As the yoke of frustration fell, peace and joy overtook her. Arms lifted high, she cried out, it's not as important as I have made it.

Once more, the Lord whispered, and then the gift of restoration imparted to her soul and healed her faith as the promises of God echoed through the chambers of her mind, gently beckoning to her, what's passed over pales to what I have called and commanded to rain over.

~ The End