Tuesday, July 24, 2018

It's too Late

He stood in the open field for a long time, an eternity and forever and then one more day. It was too late for him. He was spent, used up, a shell of a man, not even a man. He was indignity wrapped desperately in the world around him, fearfully and wonderfully made, but he did not know it. 

The tiger stood with him, telling him the truth. It was the color of a Tiger Lily. Black spots, vibrant fire-orange, not like a tiger should be, just as the man was not like a man 
should be. 

They watched the sun set and rise. They saw the dawn, but neither moved toward it or accepted its warmth. The tiger, because he was standing guard; the man because he didn't know how. 

"I am broken," he said, repeating over and over that he, 
"Got it." He was ingrained with a lie. It held him, whispered to him, froze him. He thought he was one thing, but he was another. The tiger growled and spoke and recited the truth, but the man would not hear him. He would not believe even a talking tiger.

No longer will you be called Forsaken...
Isaiah 62:4

So they stood, facing the sun, staring at it. One saw nothing. One saw hope. Then the sun moved. It reached into the man, deeply, to the spot in his heart he had hidden away, the protected place. The sun leaned in and whispered. The whisper was like a shout. A proclamation. "You," the sun said, "Are mine."

And suddenly the lie would no longer do. The man wanted to know what that meant.

42 comments:

  1. I am so thankful, that the Son never gives up on me,and that the light from Him penetrates through the darkest of days.
    Blessings,
    Sue

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  2. God breaking through to us . . . Beautiful, Sandi!

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  3. I know the feeling, friend Sandi, but I also know there is no turning back since I turned my back on god … Anyway … Love always, cat.

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  4. Gave me goosebumps, Sandi. You are a gifted writer. Lovely post!

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  5. The power to stand close to a man.

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  6. Dear Sandi what beautiful writing. Truly God never wants to let us go. Hugs!

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  7. Thankful that He doesn't turn His back on us but rather He reaches out to us. xx

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  8. So well written and interesting! Wonderful descriptions. Did you write it?

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  9. Oh My! "Then the sun moved. It reached into the man, deeply, to the spot in his heart he had hidden away, the protected place. The sun leaned in and whispered. The whisper was like a shout. A proclamation. "You," the sun said, "Are mine." WOW! I love this!! What joy, what bliss, what hope!!!

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    1. Thanks, Pamela! The sun moves.

      Praying for your mother-in-law.

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  10. Even if we do leave God, He will ALWAYS take us back. : ) I'm so thankful to be a child of God. : )

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  11. Sandi, this is so beautifully written! I started to read and I couldn't stop. Faith, true faith that is what makes us stronger and gives us hope. " You are mine..." You can interpret it in many different ways...

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  12. I just love these Sandi! Vignettes? Profound wisdom in short stories. Keep writing please!

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    1. Thanks, Lynn. Vignettes? I will have to look that up to be sure, but I think that is what they are.

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  13. God is always with us...even when we fail. Great post Sandi. Janice

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    1. It is like we know deep in our being and we seek. That's what I think.

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  15. Hello, beautiful words and post! Happy Thursday, enjoy your day!

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  16. are you writing a book?? sharing excerpts, or are these short stories!! you write well. everyone sees something different, even here!!

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    1. Thanks, Debbie! These are just little things I like to write. I am glad you like them. :)

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  17. Gorgeous post, Sandi. You have a true talent for writing just the CORRECT words..... Thanks be to God for you.

    Hugs,
    Betsy

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