Because they are close friends (the kind who know how good your biscuits are and how bad your imagination is) and because they asked, I told them: “I’m scared of something all the time. Please pray against my anxiety and fear.”
Out of one’s mouth – like a reprimand and a kiss – rolled this verse from Revelation 11:12: “They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death.”
And now again, it has been too long that I’ve tasted this sweet verse and its honey, the courage elixir of that hailed lady at the end of Proverbs.
So what is true about today? What is the word of my testimony?
There are two stories, and only one is true.
Version 1:
I am a mother, thought-weary, vain, and un-bathed. I watch out the window for my hard-working husband. Every sound and sight is heightened. The wind moves the trees. My children tiptoe upstairs, out of bed. In the kitchen are hills of papers, unsoakable pots, and entire meals toddler-thrown to the floor. The refrigerator hums, clock ticks. I shrink from death. The house stretches its creaky bones.
Version 2:
What I smell, hear, and see is not the real. I bend with the broom, but it is not the true work. I have a Helper, and He testifies, tells me to pour my heart out. There is a Spirit of Truth, and He shows me a peace-table, with enemies even. Yet I eat the honey. Yet quiet waters. Yet oil drips down. No visible army shows from the behind the veil, yet Goodness and Mercy accompany me. I am a mother. I spill over with clean, and Jehovah God is here.
Jo@Mylestones says
Thank you, friend. Your words encourage.
emily says
If you were on American Idol, Paula would tell you that your voice is the kind where, when someone turns on the radio, they instantly know it is you just from hearing 2 notes. That is you, my sweet friend. I knew it was you from the first word, before I even saw your bio.
Oh to live and breathe version 2, that above-the-invisible-line reality between earth and heaven. Thank you for painting again for us, a picture of Jesus truth.
Mary @ Passionate Perseverance says
Stunning prose Amber…just beautiful. Praising Jehovah God for loving you where you are and thanking Him for the gift of your words. Blessings and Grace on this day to you and yours.
melissa @ the inspired room says
I was just thinking the same thing about you…I agree with Emily, I always know when I am reading your words — they are beautiful, deep, true and unmistakably you. Praise God for what is true and real…
blessings,
melissa
We are THAT family says
Beautiful, Amber. Always. From the inside out, your words light me up.
Robin ~ PENSIEVE says
Why are we eager to believe the lie when there’s so much beauty in Truth? When it’s not just better, it’s forever? {sigh} That is the paradox we (I) so often live.
Reprimand and kiss bear testimony to the wisdom, grace and goodness of your friend :).
L.L. Barkat says
Amber, not sure where my comment went. 🙂
I wanted to say how much I liked this passing bit of words…
The refrigerator hums, clock ticks. I shrink from death.
Holley says
Your words are so gorgeous, just like you, and your heart inhabits each one.
Mary @ Giving Up on Perfect says
You write beautiful words, Amber. But I think these words are brave, too. Thank you.
Hillary @ The Other Mama says
What refreshing poetry. Music to my ears!
brittney says
Your words always make me want to be more beautiful than I allow myself to be. You demand it from me in the sweetest, most gentle way.