Bringer of Grace

She sat, brown hands uncurled and open on her lap, while tears ran out from under dark lashes. Bare feet together on the woven mat, we pressed in around her and prayed. And the sorrow of years fell like rain, the disappointments broke and joined the flood and we lifted our voices to the King, the Father, the Healer. To embrace and overwhelm the broken heart, filling and breathing new life into the empty places.
Grace and peace be multiplied.
Lifting her countenance, white smile shone through and the gold glinted. She stood and walked while we watched with goosebumps. She was free from the weight of condemnation and shame. In a culture acceptant of royalty, she walked with regal height and head up. We stood and watched her leave, smiling and quietened in the moment of grace and peace.

By the end of the trip, we had changed her name to Sarah. Princess.

Gail  – (October 29, 2009 at 3:46 PM)  

Beautiful.... and indeed a princess.

Cassandra Frear  – (October 31, 2009 at 2:00 AM)  

Amy,

Just wanted to let you know that I have nominated you for the "Lovely Lady - Lovely Blog" Award. I hope you will stop by the Moonboat to accept it. Your blog is beautiful, and so are you.

- Cassandra

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