Chains
The theme of my life thus far: Bondage and Captivity.
For so long I had plunged into depression; therefore, keeping pain buried under the surface for as long as I possibly could. All my princess like desires and femininity had been destroyed. My desire for so long has been to go from captivity to captivating. Even though I sang, “My chains are gone… I’ve been set free,” I had no idea what true freedom meant. He saved me for eternity, but I hadn’t let go of the past. It kept me imprisoned with heavy chains bound to my hands and feet. I wasn’t able to love and serve effectively. He loved me in spite of my ugly, wretched condition. He took the filthy rags I was clothed in giving me a sparkling gown for a beautiful princess. He washed my life clean from sin and transformed me into His daughter… the daughter of a King. His amazing love has finally revived my shattered, wounded, bleeding heart.
There is a difference between saying I know Jesus Christ and experiencing Him as my True Prince, my Hero, and the One I give up everything just to be with. I have this great longing for Him. It’s like I’d never survive otherwise. So many of us, though we claim we know Jesus, are still longing for our deepest desires to be fulfilled by someone else. We frantically seek out the man of our dreams, when He’s standing right in front of us all this time… patiently waiting. (Boys do this too!)
He’s the lover of our souls. Our True Prince. The One we have been longing for, searching for, and dreaming of since childhood. The One who will love us the way no one else can love us; the One who will cherish us forever; the One who will transform us from hopeless girls in rags into beautiful, confident, radiant princesses. He is the One who makes us ready for true, lasting, human love. And He is the One who meets our deepest needs when human love falls apart. That’s when the stunning things from God come together. He brings the beauty inside and out.
Nothing else. We can’t do it. No one can do it for us.
It’s Jesus, shining and reigning in us.
For so long I had plunged into depression; therefore, keeping pain buried under the surface for as long as I possibly could. All my princess like desires and femininity had been destroyed. My desire for so long has been to go from captivity to captivating. Even though I sang, “My chains are gone… I’ve been set free,” I had no idea what true freedom meant. He saved me for eternity, but I hadn’t let go of the past. It kept me imprisoned with heavy chains bound to my hands and feet. I wasn’t able to love and serve effectively. He loved me in spite of my ugly, wretched condition. He took the filthy rags I was clothed in giving me a sparkling gown for a beautiful princess. He washed my life clean from sin and transformed me into His daughter… the daughter of a King. His amazing love has finally revived my shattered, wounded, bleeding heart.
There is a difference between saying I know Jesus Christ and experiencing Him as my True Prince, my Hero, and the One I give up everything just to be with. I have this great longing for Him. It’s like I’d never survive otherwise. So many of us, though we claim we know Jesus, are still longing for our deepest desires to be fulfilled by someone else. We frantically seek out the man of our dreams, when He’s standing right in front of us all this time… patiently waiting. (Boys do this too!)
He’s the lover of our souls. Our True Prince. The One we have been longing for, searching for, and dreaming of since childhood. The One who will love us the way no one else can love us; the One who will cherish us forever; the One who will transform us from hopeless girls in rags into beautiful, confident, radiant princesses. He is the One who makes us ready for true, lasting, human love. And He is the One who meets our deepest needs when human love falls apart. That’s when the stunning things from God come together. He brings the beauty inside and out.
Nothing else. We can’t do it. No one can do it for us.
It’s Jesus, shining and reigning in us.
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