wild truth...

Since being pregnant with this one and her two brothers...

Our Papa has been inviting me...

To trade in my old beautiful and sparkly.

All the former fancy things I once got my strokes from...

For...

His covering of power and change...

It's felt pretty backwards from time to time...

Slowly...

I've fallen in love with my Covering.

Seeing... that it's when I take it off...

That things get messy...

REALLY MESSY...

Thankful for the body...

Kind hands ministering to my heart...

Helping truth recover it rightful place. 

So many times we believe the lie that if we are fully covered in Him...

We will get lost...

Though thoroughly hidden...

We do not lose our beauty.

NO!

Believe it or not...

This is when our wildest...

Most authentic...

Beauty is revealed...

Our playful childlike beauty.

It's a wild truth...

When we are most submissive to His transformation in us...

We are most free to reach His biggest... and loveliest potential.

Our best us.

Still enjoying the sparkly from time to time...

Just making sure...

It's the real... messy... wild ole' me in those heels.