There’s an army of women
coming out of hiding
all over the earth
They were trained in seclusion
The processes of life
birthed something irrevocable
within the ones
that chose to trust Papa
in the midst of painful journeys
It’s like looking into a mirror
when you meet these
set apart women
You see the similarities
between yourself and them
The scars that were turned into trophies
of battles won
The pain, losses, rejection and agony,
birthed a depth within them
that cannot be copied
or bought
It came with the pressure
crushing and breaking
of the process
Birthing something rare
and valuable within them
That could only exist
because they said “yes”,
while still in a state of hopelessness
They speak from a well within
Touching and transforming lives without effort
because of the anointing
that now rest on their lives
They have paid a high price
for the costly fragrant oils
that now set them apart
Obedient to a call greater
than they imagined
Papa was their anchor
cheering them on
and building their faith
While they fade in the background
He is more evident in their lives
There is just something different
about a woman
who walked through hell
and survived
Who took possession
of her testimony
Eliminating demons
trying to infiltrate and sabotage her bloodline
She gives the enemy no foothold
because she knows her Father intimately
The fragrance she leaves
wherever she tread
Stirs a longing in others
to know the One she adores
Revelation flows from her lips
Birthed through relationship and intimacy
She wear her scars as badges of honour
Knowing that it brought her closer to her King
The anointing on her testimony
heals the broken hearted
and sets captives free
She had to walk through
the fire furnace herself
Not to glean of someone else’s testimony
but so that she would be able to carry
the weight of His glory
Her life became a testimony
of many battles won
A story of uncommon faith
She never gave ear to the whispers
trying to distract her
She never retreated
in the face of the enemy
Giving up?
No!! Never!!
Instead she took off her mask
And she took up her sword
Ready to conquer and win
Trained under the watchful eye of her King
She blossomed
She knows no fear
She only knows
how to war
and to win
Vulnerable and transparent
She shares the heart and faithfulness
of her Father
Her mouth drips with His oils
She walks in His anointing
Born through adversity, pain and many losses
The things of the world are meaningless to her
You will find her alone
In His presence
Seeking His face
Talking and laughing
and thanking her King
For taking her ashes
and giving her beauty.
~ Ebigale Wilson
Beauty For Ashes
The Journey
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