God Is Enthralled By Your Beauty
Finally Looking Into The Mirror He Sees You In
Written by: Teresa Criswell
Copyright 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011
“Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman where are they?
Has no one condemned you?” “No one, sir,” she said.
“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared.
“Go now and leave your life of sin.”
~ John 8:10-11 (NIV)
I was swept back into this indescribable dream. As I watched her I did not expect what would happen next. Her eyes did not blink as they were fixed to something with amazement! As her eyes were fixed, so mine became fixed upon the indescribable silhouette of a Man standing with great posture and stillness. However, this man was like no other. As He stood, He exuded great strength, He looked familiar and this man was in her room.
Walking closer to her, my eyes slowly gazed from the top of His head and down His amazing face. His head so beautifully graced with dark hair. His amazing eyes filled with love. His chiseled jaw line as if He were carved out of a mountain. His lips so full as if I could see power sitting on the end of them. His neck thick and shoulders broad; defined as if the world sat upon them. His arms sculpted with strength and His hands scarred with gigantic scars, with amazing, indescribable power. His stature so tall, so mighty and becoming, I could not keep my eyes off of Him.
The world I was in seemed to stand still. Yet suddenly interrupted as my eyes were peeled from Him as I turned to look at her; she was frozen with shock.
The silence interrupted by her crackling voice as she softly asked, “Who are you?” He answered her with His powerful, deep, yet gentle, loving voice and said, “It is I, your King, and I am here to rescue you from the lies of bitterness, guilt, shame and unworthiness.”
Hearing His voice caused me to tremble; His mighty voice sounded like many waves crashing against the sea. His voice filled with both authority and intense love. It was as though if He were to speak one more word, I would experience supernatural ecstasy. I longed for Him. I wanted Him like I wanted no other. I pled in secret for her to want Him; allowing Him to carry it all. I desired for her that He would be allowed to carry her out of this tormenting place of secrecy.
Suddenly, I jumped as I saw her jump with fear! She was not in fear of Him, yet she saw something, something I could not see, yet so painful that she actually turned her head from her King as if to say she was not good enough for Him. This thing she saw was none other than one of the enemy’s greatest weapons of warfare; shame.
I saw her body fall to the ground as though she lost all the life left in her. Her limp body lying on the ground, and her face contorted in pain. Violently screaming, she placed her hands on her ears as if to stop the tormenting voices of condemnation only she could hear.
I pled for her to set her eyes upon and reach out to her King! This became intensely frustrating as she could not hear me, nor did she know that I was a groaning spectator, watching her in disbelief. Yet, The King waited patiently.
I watched this man with great intensity. He held her in His arms so ripped with strength, holding her seemingly lifeless body in His arms of indescribable, passionate strength. Her body convulsed violently as though she were being riddled by bullets of guilt. I was overwhelmed with sadness as I noticed that she was unaware that she was being passionately and lovingly held by this Mighty King of kings.
His lips so passionately pressed up against her tear stained cheeks. He wept over her weak body. It seemed hopeless. She believed the lie so deeply that her natural ear could only hear the lies of confusion. She came up off the floor; tearing herself away from this Mighty King and ran with shame, yet again, into ‘The Place of Secrecy”.
All I could do was scream with great pleading, hoping with great expectation that my desperate cries on her behalf would penetrate the invisible wall that separated her and I.
I cried out, “O God why is she so drawn to this place of secrecy?” Like an ariel view, I could see her room like I had not seen it before. I not only saw the distorted glass object that appeared to be a mirror, but I also saw the beautifully adorned mirror. I discovered that all she has to do was turn one hundred eighty degrees. If she chose to do this, I knew her eyes would be able to see clearly. She would once again see herself through the eyes of her Father.
I saw the mighty King standing as He interceded on her behalf. The way He prayed shook the foundations of this place with awesome power and majesty. It was as though the whole world had stopped. Time seemed to stop as I was swept away by His voice that spoke with such awesome authority. I had never heard any man speak with this kind of authority before. He was beyond confident. He was beyond valiant. He was amazing to watch. He was amazing to listen to.
Mesmerized by His amazing voice, I noticed as He walked silently to the door that opened to this place of secrecy. I sensed He was about to speak again, leaning in with great anticipation. He slowly and gently opened the door and I heard Him say in a gentle yet strong whisper, “O my beloved, why do you choose to do this alone?”
What I saw next was nothing short of amazing! I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes! She looked up to her King and with a sigh of great effort, she started to stand as she so tightly grasped His amazing forearms and leaned into Him placing her head on His chest and with everything she had she desperately fell into Him. He with one hand, caressed her face, lifting her head. She began to cry with what seemed like everything she had. Her whole body quivered as the inner cries poured out.
I was taken by surprise by His loving mercy over her. To hear Him cry over her was so heart wrenching and I realized His passionate love for her. He knew who she was to become. He saw her through eyes of beauty. Watching Him hold her was so pure, yet it took my breath away. His mighty arms so defined; engulfing her whole being.
It was the most powerful scene to watch Him hold her; seeing restoration revealed right before my eyes. The restoration came upon her head, her eyes, and her heart and all the way down to the soles of her feet. The girl I once watched with amazement is literally being restored right before my eyes.
The Kings hands embraced her face as His hands held her blushing cheeks. His loving hands removing the dirt and tears off her beautiful face. He ran His hands so gently through her hair. She looked into His eyes and He looked into hers. As if time had stopped, He brought her close and placed His beautiful lips upon her forehead. Miraculously, this glorious light from His presence engulfed her being and I saw this miraculous transformation.
At the power of this transformation; I heard evil screams come forth. However, the screams were not of her. They were the screams of the voices of guilt, bitterness, shame and unworthiness that had no chance in the presence of the King! King Jesus!
The transformation of this glorious light chases out those lying voices. It is like seeing an empty vessel be filled to overflowing with truth.
I watched with joy as I saw her turn with the King and she finally looked into the beautifully adorned mirror. As she looked she was stunned to see her new image. Her eyes now filled with freedom.
He slowly arose and lovingly reached out His hands to hers. She had a glorious, beaming smile upon her face.
Then, I awoke…