The Redemption of a codependent
A WORD SPOKEN THROUGH NUMBERS
But God raises up those who are bowed down he opens the eyes of the blind (Psalm 146:8) and he satisfies the hungry (Psalm 145:15). I was compelled by his love to acknowledge Him to be consecrated to Him and in so doing he renewed my soul (G37). He constrained me through necessity to follow (G317). He sent his disciples and it was in the hedges that they found me they brought me to his banquet (Luke 14:23). I was handed over to yet another man but this time it was to yield a fruit that was worth yielding.
My garden a vast wasteland of failures and mistakes…little could ever survive the undisciplined recklessness of who I am. I’ve always fallen especially in the midst of a good-looking man… ah the flesh of man. It was an opportunity to be redeemed before all of those who have doubted me and tossed me to the side. But it’s only been for a moment and in the end I’m thrown away again. I have no value to them because I have no value in myself. I wait upon them to determine who I am and what I’m worth and in the end I’m worth nothing.
Sir, sir is it you who will give me value? Sir how about you? Certainly you can see me…
But all they see is the hard-shell that has formed (Song of Solomon 6:11) – the outer appearance that is mean and harsh from enduring afflictions and troubles. Polluted by the storms of these afflictions, persecutions, temptations, and contaminations of this world. I was set on a spiral certain to perish and vanish without notice - to be destroyed (Daniel 2:18) by my own doing. I was bent low I was bowed down like a reed under the pressure of my life with eyes blind (Isaiah 58:5) I was dying.
And now he walks with me in grassy meadows (G9) I sit at his table and dine with him (G345) though the winds were once violent a strong tempestuous wind (G417) where I was left to lament and wail (G421) over my grievous position I can now abdicate all of my failed attempts to run my life I am now His. This God –given (H5) place of security; I live in a pruned garden (Song Solomon 2:12, 5:12) and am kept in good order, by Adonai my husband and vinedresser where Christ visits, to see the fruits of the valley; to observe the graces of his Spirit; the acting’s, exercise, and growth, among whom he delights to be (Isaiah 57:15), where the green shoots and freshness symbolize the fertile soil in which I have been planted, even by the river of divine love; with which being watered, I flourish, ( Psalms 1:3 ). And because I flourish this love will bring about an increase in numbers in grace and good works.
And… ( Song of Solomon 2:13 ); the pomegranates budded.. ( Song of Solomon 4:13 )…and Christ took much notice and is highly pleased.
