The bride

The Blind Woman
      A blind woman walks along the path. A sighted Friend walks beside her, sometimes before her, sometimes behind. But the Friend always walks closely to the blind woman, attentive to her every move, His open hand near hers. Should the woman stumble or veer too close to a thorn patch, a boulder, a deep crevice, or the edge of a cliff, her Friend gently takes her hand and guides her away.
      The two are engaged to be married, and the man loves the woman with an eternal love that motivates His every action toward her. He thinks of her constantly. His thoughts about her are as numerous as the sands of the sea shore.
      Sometimes the woman forgets her fiancé is there. Or, worse yet, she ignores His presence. Sometimes she puts her hands into her pockets so that He cannot gently lead her. When she neither offers her hand nor listens to her lover’s soft voice of warning, He must push her aside, but only as roughly as necessary, to keep her from the fangs of a viper or from stepping off a high precipice. He is quick to catch her when she falls.
      The blind woman doesn’t like being shoved about, and because she can’t see the dangers and because she doesn’t fully trust her husband-to-be, she sometimes doubts His ability to keep her safe or doubts His love for her.
      Sometimes when she hears another man’s voice, she turns toward the stranger and calls out to him. She flirts shamelessly even though her promised Husband is standing right beside her, hearing every word. He watches, yet says no word of reproach. His love for her is boundless, timeless, unchanging. But at times, He burns with jealousy.
      The woman often talks to her lover – but usually in shallow, half-hearted attempts at being polite – talking only because it’s expected of her. Mostly she speaks a steady stream of complaint: The sun is too hot, the wind is too cold, the path is too bumpy, she is hungry, she is lonely, and travelers along the way mistreat her or call her names.
      And when she’s tired of whining or has become bored with her own opinions and thoughts, she lies down beside the road and goes to sleep, leaving her fiancé to keep his silent watch. While she sleeps, He looks lovingly on her face and longs for the day when the woman He loves engages Him in intimate conversation as they walk along the way – when the blind woman reaches for His hand and thanks Him for His provision, His protection, His guidance, His loving attendance upon her. He longs to hear her confess her love for Him, confide in him as her sweetest dearest friend --  her everything, the love of her life.
      But He is faithful to His woman throughout the journey. He knows a great and wonderful secret. The path they walk leads to His Father. And when their journey is done, His Father will touch His bride’s eyes, and she will see. The Father will change her and present her spotless and pure to her Bridegroom. On their wedding day, she will see His face and will fully know the truth of His constant, consistent love toward her.


You are that bride!!!  Yes who the world see as broken not being worthy, But his Father see you as a precious jewel.  Its time you started to see yourself as the Father did, don't worry about how blemished and faltered you are, give it all the Father and let him do what he does best which is fix it.  After  all his son was a carpenter, since the son can only do what he see the Father doing I would say his Father is a master builder and a greater potter.  He has a plain for your life and mine, we must surrender control, notice that why in Revelations it says that he stands at the door knocking.  Because he is God he could kick the door in or walk right through it, yet God is a gentleman he will only come in if you invite him in.  The time is now that he standing there wanting to come and fix that which is broken.  Open up the door to your heart and let him in.  He doesn't judge you nor will he bring back to remembrance your past sins.  He wants to wash them away and give you a fresh new start, will you accept his offer???