The first time i met her, she reflected happy colours; yellow, the colour of the sun.Light colours; blue, the colour of the sky.
She was inviting,welcoming... like home.
I think she knew that her smile was a gift that she could give freely to everyone she meets.
Gloriah.
I wanted to stay longer with her, get to know her better. I did, and then i saw deeper colours.
Violet, the colour of strength,of purpose.
I wondered if ever it were possible that someone almostperfect could exist... so i got closer
I tried to get to her heart and that's where i met the first barricade; she hardly let anyone get that close. I could understand why.
There were hurts that were still healing;deep wounds that were still under bandage... thats when i saw the colour red.
Gloriah.
At her very core was a symbol, asymbol of a cross. THE CROSS.
That must have been where the life must have been emanating from; the reason why she radiated joy and happiness to others despite her own pain and scars.
Gloriah, the Gloriah founded on the Cross. i know she knows that that cross brings healing.
Gloriah's colours - as many as a rainbow's; beautiful in every hue.
We all carry our cross and in the same way as Jesus, we are all colorful. Unfortunately not everyone of us is strong enough to resist the devil's game. This makes that for most of us, many colors become blury or faint away. Lack of faith and love for God leads to the wrong path and soon there is no meaning of life left. Even with your pain, scars and bandages you will prevail, because your strength is infinite through your love for Jesus and soon His GLORY will be yours! Your time has come...
ReplyDeleteGloriah should be starting doing that, what God almighty has told her to do!!
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