I once was a little girl dreaming to fly high in the sky. I ate a big loaf of bread with butter and honey and ran to the woods with my sisters and cousins dreaming about living in the tree house.
I grew up a little and did not care about flying any more. Neither did I care about building the tree house. I was tall and skinny. I wore those kind of T-shirts with my belly button to be seen by everybody. I was proud of my body, my blond, long hair was like a pearl of mine. But life did not treat me the way I imagined, so I cut off my long, blond hair and dreamed about finding true love. There were more of loves, but apparently non of them true.
I grew up a little. Scars in the heart became my best bodyguards. I continued my life without any dreams. Until one day.
I met Him. Better said He met with me. He waited for me and touched my heart full of scars. I thought it was impossible. But He was better than my bodyguards. His healing hand brought the pain from the past sins back so that I could deal with it and let Him take care of my life. I became His and He became mine.
He gave me dreams I never thought existed. Like being compassionate about loving others, forgiving even myself. He leads me through the normal day and gives me perspective while I lose it in my mothering those little 1, 3 and 5 year old babes.
I grew up a little. I have different dreams since I met Him. Now, I envision women, single or married to be normal, yet different... the sweetest dreamers. Those women are led by Him, because their lives are changed, they change everything around them. Because we, women are made in His image, we express His love to nations. We expose ourself to the world so that everyone can see His kindness through us, His mercy through our merciful attitudes. The way we bear the burden of others is a sweet reminder of His presence in our lives. He touches and changes the world through us, through me, through you.
Dream big woman, you are His pearl!