I wish I could paint a picture of the past 2 days of my life...but I don't know how. What I can say is that I witnessed a profound moving of God's Spirit among women who are locked behind prison walls and may never dwell in society again because of crime they committed as their "old self." 2 Corinthians 5:17 says, "Therefore if any person is in Christ she is a new creation; the old moral and spiritual condition has passed away. Behold, the fresh and new has come!"
I have never been more of a witness to this profound truth until now.
Lives changed by the transforming power of Jesus...radiant, beautiful faces of freedom and joy, worshiping and experiencing Him unlike anything I have ever seen, transfixed with gratitude and deep love.
Since leaving the prison and experiencing God's sweet and radical presence this weekend, I have struggled to put words to what my heart feels. Yet it feels because I sit here weeping and I don't even know why...
How can I possibly experience Christ's freedom through lives locked up, tangibly imprisoned yet intangibly free? How can I swallow being ministered to by one that will never see anything besides their tiny cell until death? How can I receive His grace through a life who not only took another, but may never receive that grace from this world? Yet, it is a life that has been made completely new by the grace of Jesus.
Contrary to the world, this is true freedom...and God's grace makes no sense...but I feel it heavy upon me...
This quote was shared with me recently: Settle myself in solitude and I will come upon You (Jesus) in myself. I have not felt God's Spirit so heavy upon me in a long time...experiencing His love and grace and how weighty He really is...I am just sitting in it because I cannot find the words...
Henry Nouwen said, "It is better to cry than to worry, better to feel your wounds and passions deeply than understand them, better to let them enter into your silence than to talk about them." Because there, in my deepest place of feeling and living, where you meet and speak to me, only there in my heart can you whisper...still tears...still feeling...still covering me with more grace...
And you take me to prison to experience that...through the lives of dozens of women in white, whom I had never met, yet ministered to my heart deeply and in a profound way that I still cannot explain, maybe never will...but they encouraged me, reminded me of Who and Who's I am, simply by being the radiance of Christ. And for the first time in a long time I am not only confident in the gifts and abilities He has given me and uniquely created me to possess, but I walk confidently as His beloved daughter.
And this is what I do know.