I mean this man knows you better than you know yourself.
For goodness sake, He made you that way.
So when He is speaking to me about a time of pain and birthing something incredible...of course He will have be obsessed with youtube live birthing videos.
Or, when He has been trying to show me how faithful He is to me and how much He adores me, of course there is a season and game of "Jesus kisses" between the two of us.
My point? This man who is fully God knows how to speak in just the right way, to just the right place of your heart, at just the right time.
"His sheep will know Him by His voice"
So I've slowly figured out how He talks to me. It's always super symbolic and super repetitive. So when I start to become obsessed with an idea or concept...I start paying attention.
This is no exception.
As of late, I've had this increasing interest in pearls.
It started a few years ago when I was looking up the meaning of my name. Someone told me that was a pretty important thing. That many times the enemy tries to speak against what it is your name means.
The first thing I found out brought discouragement. I don't have some exciting, biblical based reason for my name. I have a grandfather who liked the movie "The Thornbirds" and named me after the woman in it. Now, if you're familiar with this movie you will realize that this chick is the same woman who sleeps with the PRIEST. Thank you Poppy for that.
But I kept researching. And eventually I saw a pattern. Megan, in all its derivative, means "Crowned Pearl". And since then, I've been really in love with them. Most woman want beautiful diamonds as their engagement and wedding rings, I want a grey pearl with yellow diamonds. And in honesty, I didn't really know why I loved it so much...but He did.
I started thinking about pearls again recently and looked into the process a pearl undergoes.
It says:
"The formation of a natural pearl begins when a foreign substance slips into the oyster between the mantle of the shell, which irritates the mantle. It's kind of like the oyster gets a splinter. The oyster's natural reaction is to cover up that irritant to protect itself. The mantle covers the irritant with layers of the same nacre substance that is used to create the shell. This eventually forms a pearl."
And for cultured pearls, a harvester opens the oyster shell and cuts a small slit in the mantle tissue to induce this process.
CRAZY.
Why? I'm not totally sure yet.
And that's sort of the process. That it is a process.
Slowly, the Lord reveals His story.
Here is what I do know, though.
He has been speaking pearl over my life.
Pearls are formed when irritants come in. When the protection wasn't there. When 'foreign substances' mess up the way it should have gone.
Maybe He's saying He covered me when things happened and turned me into a pearl?
Maybe He's saying I covered myself in an attempt to self-protect?
Maybe He's saying He sometimes needs to make incisions to produce beauty?
Maybe He's saying all of it.
But one thing is for sure, pearls are beautiful.
They are sought after.
They are tough.
And they would never have been produced, if it wasn't for all the things that "shouldn't have happened"
Matthew 13:46 says, "When he discovered a pearl of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it"
I know this scripture is talking about man finding Jesus and being willing to give it all up but this morning when I read it it really felt like Jesus was saying,
"I found you, Meg.
And I believe you to be my treasure worth giving up everything for.
My pearl of great price.
And I did"
And that story is yours, too.
xoxo,
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