There’s a place he calls those,
He has marked as his own.
There’s a place he calls them to,
this world has never known.
Far away from this time
into the place of holy,
beyond the darkness of this world
through the veil He draws me.
His love so passionate,
most intimate and deep,
beyond the veil I go,
as he gently calls to me.
He lifts me up before him,
He tells me He loves me so…
His presence pours into me,
His Spirit into my soul.
In this place of holy
forever I long to stay,
just to feel my saviors touch,
where earthly cares fade away.
His ways are perfect!
Great and wonderful is He!
Oh! To know the Master
and abide in His love for me
Written by Paula Allday 06/25/2017
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I’ve been searching for “my tribe” my entire life.
It’s taken me 48 years to find them .
I got stuck in the wrong tribe and due to the longing I had to belong, I stayed even though I never really fit. Yes, I looked like them, but still didn’t belong.
One day I wandered into another tribe and discovered not only that I fit…. but that they had been waiting for me.
No more “square peg in the round hole” feeling.
I have found my tribe…… I’m gonna LOVE them HARD.
I’m rebelling ( dissenting from an accepted moral code or convention of behavior, dress, etc.) against what society/Hollywood deems as the beautiful over 40 look.
Who says they get the ruling opinion about how I should look in my aging years? I am embracing every beautifully grown and silver-ish gray piece of hair I have……after all, God gave it to me….. just like my blue eyes, It’s me, it’s a part of who I am.
The mindset “you have to have a size 2 body, non-aging hair, and skin, firm “body” or you are not attractive” is a lie. In fact… there is nothing to support it.
No, I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with coloring your hair per se however, the underlying intentions/reason maybe more of an issue of our heart than we’re willing to publicly admit. That is a subject for another day. (subscribe to my blog to be sure you don’t miss it)
I woke up one day and realized that I had been comparing myself to women who are just as insecure as I was, who also was looking to the media to deem what was the perfect over 40 specimen.
Help me except myself and the process in which my body is growing into my older years. Help me see the beauty in my gray, the experience in my fine lines engraved into my skin… help me LOVE me.
Thanks for reading.
It is my prayer that you are encouraged to come out from among them and embrace YOU as God created.
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