Beloved

ohtodayisawindingroad:

I can be a flailing contradictory mess, making the same mistakes over and again, not making sense, pulling myself up by my own pride and success, reveling in my sin…

and yet He chooses to love me— selflessly, wholly, compassionately, understandingly, with notice to my every need and whim. He conforms my will to His, not through force, but through love.

And sometimes that love burns hot, rages through my spirit and convicts me with a fever that leaves me blind with pain. But when that fire cools and all my roughness is burned away, don’t you know I come out shining like the purest gold?

That is why, as the jewel in His crown, the apple of His eye, and the smile on His brow, I deserve nothing less than the best. He died to make sure that I had the best that this life can give. Not material, not things that fade or can be stolen or broken or rust…

But the very best things: love, peace, passion, self-control, ambition, purpose, hope, meaning, grace, wisdom… the very fruits of His being. 

I was born and borne for the best. When I act like anything less than His Daughter, less than royalty, I shame the name and calling I was given. I make a spectacle of myself and a jealous Lover out of my God and King. 

Who I am is not for this world. Who I am is for His glory. What I do is in His honour. And what I create is with His purpose. 

Who are you (and who am I) to treat me as anything less than deserving of All Things Good?

(Source: today-isawindingroad)