This is my story, to God be the glory, I’m only a sinner, saved by grace.
As a handmaiden of the Lord, born in Wigtownshire.
I saw as a child and heard as a child, witnessed, what a precious day, was our Sabbath.
church church bells rang, heralded the people to worship,
Walked quietly to church, my Great Grannie, with her shawl, my grandmother with her knitted hat and shawl,
and my mother with her knitted hat and all with long hair.
A day of blessing within my ancestry.
Never were coverings talked about, it was a place of submissive humility, to exalt, and
to worship in the beauty of holiness all women were covered.
By God’s grace, when the grace of God, and the wonder of irresistible grace tugged at my soul,
when confession of sin, and saving grace reached my being.
When on my own, in my closet, I immediately knelt with a covering taken from our laundry,
and wept, with such joy, at the work of grace taken place in my life.
That a thrice Holy God loved the world so much,
He gave His only begotten son,
as a propitiator,
My Blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ my Redeemer,
who rent the veil in two, and gave access to the throne of grace,
where every prayer, of praise, every supplication, heard.
O what manner of love, the Father hath bestowed upon us.
loved by everlasting love, led, by grace, that love to know.
Heard, and answered by
the Sovereign will of God, in His Sovereign way and time.
Brings the act of submissive humility.
And, to cover,
For myself, and generation’s
it is the biblical act taken when entering into worship and prayer,
Before a thrice Holy God, how precious is that,
ponder these things in your heart,
We are entering into that place of Worship and prayer.
because God ordained, gave, His only begotten Son, as a ransom.
O for grace to love Him more.
Take the shoes from of your feet Moses,
Elijah immediately used his garment to cover his face,
Abraham, lay prostrate.
the angels cry Glory, there wings cover the throne,
How precious, to look beyond the meaning of covering and tradition,
and the ideas of puny man, with every wind, in every generation.
Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith,
you would cover your whole body in that very presence,
a submissive cloak of humility and ever giving thanks, with reverence.
How precious to enter into these gates with praise, approach with joy, His court’s unto.
Clothed in the precious blood, and righteousness, of our Blessed Redeemer,
who was faithful unto death,
The Lion of the tribe of Judah, who hath prevailed, we weep not.
Submissive and Subject to the will of God, through His inherent word,
grasping the concept Holiness, without peace, and Holiness.
to enter into worship, without covering,
is like a naked act of disrespect,
to the King of King’s and Lord of Lord’s.
Being subject to God's will, being subject to husband ( Gen.3:16)
is a place of untold blessing,
to be submissive, subject to your Pastor and Elders,
is a place of depth of growing in grace in the Lord.
just some wee thoughts from this handmaiden
I pray no offence is given to anyone,
As we ponder these thoughts in our heart,
as you sup, with me,
the wonder of wonder, that thrills our soul’s
is to know that God, the creator of heaven and earth,
gave the greatest gift of love.
This is MY only begotten son,
in whom I am well pleased,
our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ the Righteous.
who is a pardoning God like He,
We are loved, with everlasting love,
led by grace that love to know.
let all that is within Me cry glory,
but, for the joy set before Him, ( we are that joy)
He endured the cross.
worship Him in the beauty of Holiness.
Mara.