As I witness my own iniquity, I fall on my knees. ‘Impossible.’
I wonder how Magnanimity could even choose me to be his bride. The notion
itself, conceived in utter mercy, says nothing about the quality of my being and
everything about the essence of his. He is I AM, and he chose me. I rise and
stagger backwards, then lie on my back, my lungs desperately gasping this new
air. I was suffocated, extinguished before ever being alight, by the mire of my
soul. “I can breathe; I can breathe! Rejoice, I say, I can breathe.” Scandalous,
ravishing, I raise my hands to the risen King.
“Splendor and majesty are before him, strength and beauty
are in his sanctuary.” His sanctuary will cover all the earth. Every knee shall
bow and tongue confess. Abba, Abba, Lord and King.
