A patron saint, she thought. She had heard that term used before by Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act. She'd be a patron saint for the young,
forgotten, hurting women of the world.
Come to me all who
are weary, she would say with open arms and a voice singing to God for others to hear. Let's introduce you to love—real, unconditional, amazing love.
She had plans. Big
plans. Big plans that she never would
have dreamed of having before God. God,
her Savior, her Mentor, her Father, her Redeemer. Before Him she had been so lost. So caught in a world of lies and deceit. It was from that quarter century of her life
spent in pain that the fire to save other young women was born.
Little Alice who had grown up with no friends, who had
endured a decade of bullying, whose family had fallen apart, whose own life had
crumbled into fiery shambles—it was her who would become the leader she never
even anticipated. Hell, she thought
she'd be dead by now. Leader?
Never, she oft say. Being a
quiet follower, yes, that was where it was at.
Standing in the background, being invisible, quiet, unnoticed. Even breathing too loudly in a group gave way
to flushed cheeks of embarrassment.
Shrouded in a cloak of able evasion—ah, that was where she once felt safest.
Oh, but how He had transformed that! A riddle to how He had managed to transform
her place of safety from a corner hidden away to out in the open, in the front
line, in His hands. In His hands, her
worst fear had become her strongest defense against The Enemy and his plans.
And all Alice had done was simply unclench her
fists. Tight fingers became open
palms. And in her palms He placed
everything she never knew she wanted.
Impossible became possible.
Unrealistic became reality.
Through Him.
Through His love.
And this is what she wanted so desperately for all the women
of the world. For them to feel His love,
His mighty hand. To open their eyes to
His heart for them.
The world is a big feat, she mused quietly to Him. But there's a reason the animals marched two by two onto the ark. There's a reason it was Naomi and Ruth. One by one, if that's what it took, she would follow Him. Heart by heart she would pour into, invest, love, encourage, penetrate.
He had taken her, blessed her, redeemed her and given her
life purpose by allowing her to be a vessel to do the same for others. And be a vessel she would, bringing glory to
Him all her days.
And apparently, He trusted her with this, because all of
a sudden, almost out of nowhere, she beheld ripe opportunity.
Now was her chance.
Would she do it wholeheartedly, or would she shrink away, repeating the
past? A multitude of questions ran
through her mind, but only one mattered…
How much would she trust His faith in her?
