Tuesday, June 6, 2017

day no. 14,106: four words from my daughters i long to hear, "i was a wall."

Song of Solomon 8:9-10
If she is a wall,
we will build on her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

I was a wall,
and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
as one who finds peace.

If your daughter is a door, you will exhaust your efforts keeping others from gaining entrance, but if she is a wall, you get to spend your energy adorning her.

You can do your best to put walls up, but if she is a door, you are compelled to keep her out of view, but if she is a wall, you feel the freedom to spend your time decorating her for all to see and expect any challenge to be met first by her ferocious contentment in the God you both worship.

Better than building a wall to protect something precious is discovering its dignity protects itself: full of discernment and safety, equipped by God in the inner woman to defend herself against enemy attacks by an untouchable, unmatched beauty.

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