WHAT DO YOU SEE?

PART 1: THE WILDERNESS

I look up, and see a girl doubled over on the ground.

Her knees are scruffed up, bruised from what appears to have been multiple falls. Her face is dry from tears, and her eyes are bloodshot. In her ears is the loud ringing of a battle cry - a shrill, desperate sound that speaks of loss, death, deep, tangible darkness.

Every once in a while, a deep, guttural sound comes from within her - her voice is hoarse from crying. The blood in her veins hums with deep, dark and poisonous venom from the bite of a serpent.

The air around her is thick with desolation.

She looks down intently, and in her hands, I see what appears to be bloody, shattered pieces of a faintly beating heart. The broken pieces are innumerable. I weep with her - my own heart breaks for her.

SUDDENLY, and like the sound of a mighty rushing wind, I hear a voice speak so clearly, so softly…so gently;

“Bring them here to me” (Matthew 14:18)

PART 2: THE POTTER’S HAND

I look to my right hand (Psalm 16:8), and see a Potter seated at His Wheel. His Shop bears a label - ‘The Most Skilful One’ and is covered in Light.

His name is Love. Each of His Hands is marked with a deep incision in the centre.

The air around Him carries a personality, it breathes of Peace.

As I watch, an Angel carries the broken pieces of the girl’s heart to The Potter, who gently takes and places them on His Wheel.

He holds the pieces so carefully and slowly, like shards of a broken glass even as He reworks them.

By The Word of His Mouth, He commands each piece back into place. Every piece immediately obeys Him, almost like it is caught up in a trance.

Each piece is transported by The Breath from His Nostrils.

As I watch His Mastery, I am lulled into a deep sleep.

“In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭4‬:‭8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

PART 3: HE RESTORES MY SOUL.

I look up again, and it is morning. (Psalms‬ ‭30‬:‭5‬)

I wake up on what appears to be a hospital bed. Overhead, the room in which I am is labeled ‘The Recovery Room’.

It is drenched in Light.

The area above my left chest is marked with an incision that has been neatly sewed up, and I feel my heart sitting firmly within my body. The blood in my veins hums with The Essence and Life of The Potter. My veins sing a new song - a song of deliverance and praise.

A song of Love.

The air around me carries a personality - it breathes of Peace.

I say to my Potter;

“You are my Maker and my Master. Any good thing you find in me has come from you.” Psalms‬ ‭16‬:‭2‬ ‭TPT‬‬