About a year ago, I met someone who really blew my mind away. I thought I had seen all the wonders of God but after I met this person, I knew I was far from the truth. The entrance of this person into my life made me realize that there was much more in store for me than all I had seen so far.
My meeting this person wasn’t heralded by any thundering in the clouds or flash of bright blinding light accompanied by a baritone voice that pierced through every part of me – far from it. It was like every other day – beautiful clouds above, chirping birds, friends giggling, and trees swaying to the sweetness of the noonday breeze. Then it happened.
She just walked out of nowhere and came right up to me. Before she even spoke a word, my ears were filled with melody of the essence of her beauty. Her hair flowed down her heavenly carved neck like a peaceful waterfall cascading down a mountain. Her eyes glowed with the kind of brightness that could light any gloomy day. Her steps were stately like it had been choreographed for years. Her smile spoke of her innocence. Her lips were like a thread of scarlet perfectly woven. Her two breasts were like two young roes that are twins, which fed among the lilies. All of her detail proved beyond a doubt that God had spent a lot more time in making her.
Her beauty without was all fair – without a spot. Then she spoke and in that instant I knew she was beautiful without and within for her speech was comely. She was a true daughter of Zion – the pride of her Creator.
At this point I knew I was favoured for she reached out her hands to take mine. Without skipping a heartbeat, I stretched forth my hand to take hold of hers and as if one snapped out of a trance, she was gone right before my eyes! All I saw was the image of one who from the looks of things, had been through hell and high water. A dirty, tattered, beaten, broken-down woman who stretched out her hand like the daughter of Zion had done just a second ago.
I didn’t even get to know her name, I thought to myself. A mixture of anger and disappointment welled up within me when suddenly, a clear voice spoke to me saying, ask the woman what her name is. Confused, I asked why and the voice spoke again saying, she is the daughter of Zion. Look closer and you will see it is true. I doubted but reluctantly obeyed and in that moment, this woman began to cry and as the tears rolled down her face, I could hear her say the most touching words I had heard that day. She said I want to be free.
If you are reading this book, then I’ll like to announce to you that this is your story. You had once held the belief that you were just like the daughter of Zion who was the pride of her Creator but all of a sudden all those pictures vanished leaving behind a woman who is a stark contrast of the daughter of Zion. Your innocence vanished to reveal abuse, your grace vanished to reveal hurt; your promising future vanished to reveal a painful past, and your freedom vanished to reveal seeming unending struggles.
Woman, the daughter of Zion never vanished. She is right there (place your right hand on your chest). Yes, she is right there on your inside and she is the one speaking those words I want to be free. I’ll like to introduce you to her through this book. I want you to take these opening words as your own. Let today be your one year ago when you meet this person and declare to yourself that you won’t be the same again no matter what you have been through or what you are going through. It is my prayer that by the time you finish reading this book the beaten, battered and broken woman will vanish, revealing the daughter of Zion within who is crying to be free.
On last thing, I finally asked her what her name was and she told me her name was_____________________ (fill in your name). Yes, you are that woman and I say to you that you are: Free to be the Woman Within.
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Free To Be The Woman Within – Book Excerpt
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My meeting this person wasn’t heralded by any thundering in the clouds or flash of bright blinding light accompanied by a baritone voice that pierced through every part of me – far from it. It was like every other day – beautiful clouds above, chirping birds, friends giggling, and trees swaying to the sweetness of the noonday breeze. Then it happened.
She just walked out of nowhere and came right up to me. Before she even spoke a word, my ears were filled with melody of the essence of her beauty. Her hair flowed down her heavenly carved neck like a peaceful waterfall cascading down a mountain. Her eyes glowed with the kind of brightness that could light any gloomy day. Her steps were stately like it had been choreographed for years. Her smile spoke of her innocence. Her lips were like a thread of scarlet perfectly woven. Her two breasts were like two young roes that are twins, which fed among the lilies. All of her detail proved beyond a doubt that God had spent a lot more time in making her.
Her beauty without was all fair – without a spot. Then she spoke and in that instant I knew she was beautiful without and within for her speech was comely. She was a true daughter of Zion – the pride of her Creator.
At this point I knew I was favoured for she reached out her hands to take mine. Without skipping a heartbeat, I stretched forth my hand to take hold of hers and as if one snapped out of a trance, she was gone right before my eyes! All I saw was the image of one who from the looks of things, had been through hell and high water. A dirty, tattered, beaten, broken-down woman who stretched out her hand like the daughter of Zion had done just a second ago.
I didn’t even get to know her name, I thought to myself. A mixture of anger and disappointment welled up within me when suddenly, a clear voice spoke to me saying, ask the woman what her name is. Confused, I asked why and the voice spoke again saying, she is the daughter of Zion. Look closer and you will see it is true. I doubted but reluctantly obeyed and in that moment, this woman began to cry and as the tears rolled down her face, I could hear her say the most touching words I had heard that day. She said I want to be free.
If you are reading this book, then I’ll like to announce to you that this is your story. You had once held the belief that you were just like the daughter of Zion who was the pride of her Creator but all of a sudden all those pictures vanished leaving behind a woman who is a stark contrast of the daughter of Zion. Your innocence vanished to reveal abuse, your grace vanished to reveal hurt; your promising future vanished to reveal a painful past, and your freedom vanished to reveal seeming unending struggles.
Woman, the daughter of Zion never vanished. She is right there (place your right hand on your chest). Yes, she is right there on your inside and she is the one speaking those words I want to be free. I’ll like to introduce you to her through this book. I want you to take these opening words as your own. Let today be your one year ago when you meet this person and declare to yourself that you won’t be the same again no matter what you have been through or what you are going through. It is my prayer that by the time you finish reading this book the beaten, battered and broken woman will vanish, revealing the daughter of Zion within who is crying to be free.
On last thing, I finally asked her what her name was and she told me her name was_____________________ (fill in your name). Yes, you are that woman and I say to you that you are: Free to be the Woman Within.
To read another excerpt on this book, click here.