Today marks the 6th anniversary of the day my word caved in; the great collide between good and evil. In my life, good is winning. I’m held within the continual embrace of Christ, who thrills my heart, renews my mind, and restores my spirit in a variety of extraordinary ways. Yesterday afternoon, as I thought about my journey—the harshness life and death, mixed with the beautiful reality of God’s redemptive plan, I saw a picture. One solitary page lay before me, a journal entry etched in tones of black on white, the substance of my days, the minutes of each hour. Drops of rain, my tears, which left a watermark behind, framed the page. As I considered the analogy of this illustration my heart began to pen a script, the story of my life, in simple stanzas, releasing sorrow, receiving joy.
Upon the margins of my heart etched in a thousand drops of rain,
Frames life and death, black and white, evidence of what remains.
These droplet ribbons run, as dappled colors collide,
Fallen from green pools of sorrow deep inside.
Tears cascade, meandering upon my face,
Ever flowing from a seemingly endless place.
And somehow as these tones converge,
I stare in wonderment; joyous glimmers emerge.
For there, flowing forth from salty pools,
Runs a rainbow of gloriously brilliant hues.
His promised declaration covers me,
Permanency gleams, alluding to what will be.
The words he speaks are ever true,
No shifting, no changing of these 7 hues.
As I linger in the vibrancy of Rainbow’s embrace,
Death’s shadow departs, vanishing without a trace.
Gazing once again at the marks upon this page,
My eyes are drawn to beauty, by the One who eclipses pain.
The One who eclipses pain. This phrase became the anthem to the rest of my day. Jesus, in his mercy, passes between me and the pain. He covers me, he heals me, he envelops me. In the softness of his embrace, sorrow melts away. I see it no longer. In past years I’ve learned not to run from pain, but to run towards Christ, anticipating a tangible release of new life. Always available, he takes the substance of my wound, and in return, gives the essence of true love. It is The Great Exchange! He took the weight of yesterday’s burden, painted a picture with it, and released amazing joy. Redemption displayed in beauty for brokenness.
And so, on this 6th anniversary, the sky pours forth it’s million drops of rain, quite fitting, as He proclaims his poetic life inside my heart. I look, with expectation, toward the pools of color running across my story. Dappled drops of varying shades—each moment proclaiming redemption, provision, grace, mercy and love, they flow over me washing away the black and white. As I look in the mirror radiance greets me, beaming brightness, a divine display. I am adorned with His rainbow, covered by His promise. My heart knows joy, not trumpeted on center stage at high volume, no, this joy is different. It is clothed with mercy, in a million drops of rain.