I am so many things

I am a bride

I am the subject of the desire

Of a King

Unparalleled in wisdom

Outstanding amongst all men

Unmatched in perfection

Eyes of mercy that blaze with fire

Sparing no expense on my behalf

Surrendering everything for the sake of our relationship

His fiery passion for me

Overcoming the finality of death itself

I am a son

I am defined by my relationship with my father

A father who adopted me

A father who embraced me at my worst

After I had shamefully and foolishly rejected him

His forgiveness eradicating my every weighty sin

Clothing me in beautiful robes I could never afford

Lavishing upon me an immeasurable inheritance

I have done nothing to earn

I am dust

A growing ball of cells

My existence is finite

A few limited years upon this earth

And to the dust I will return

The grand pinnacle of my existence

Is beholding the eternal God who formed my first ancestor from the dirt

Who saw fit to uniquely weave me together in the womb

Who saw fit to stoop down

To place his hand upon my fragile life

Guiding, leading, loving me

Until the day

When my eyes behold him face to face

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The Beautiful Betrayal

Rejection. It is something that we’ve all experienced, whether waiting in queue for those concert tickets that just sold out, a refused job application or perhaps that familiar unrequited crush. Coming in different forms of proximity to our very nature and personality and in varying levels of intensity, it goes without saying that whatever the circumstances, it is always a bitter pill to swallow. The most painful rejection of all, is that rejection which we perceive as unjustified. That which fails to recognise our true skills, personality or ability to love. I was inspired to write about this topic as I study the book of the prophet Hosea. More accurately, I was blown away as I considered the rejection that the very God who created the universe took, so that we could be in a loving relationship with him. The Bible records that God instructed the prophet Hosea to marry a “ an adulterous wife ” (NIV). This wife symbolised the Israelites, who had turned away fr...

Perspective

One day I am going to stand before God, and He is going to ask me what I did with the talents He gave me. I will respond, “well, I wasn’t sure if the inspiration I had was really from you. So I started talking to a lot of different people. I got their opinions and followed their advice to reformulate my work. Then I started trying to guess what other people would think, by attempting to place myself into the minds of people I never speak to, and know nothing about. Then I tried re-doing things according to my own understanding because I wasn’t happy with what I originally had.” Then God will say, why didn’t you trust me? I will respond, “because I was afraid.” Then, I will look up. I will see the God whose voice caused the universe to burst forth and the earth to be born. The God whose creative power designed every single kind of animal, every living plant, every towering mountain and roaring ocean. The creative power that designed the human mind and intellect and nam...

The Great Battle

I found myself in the midst of a battlefield. I was standing and facing a mighty and fierce army, which had lined up to battle their foe. The ranks of this mighty army were too numerous to count, and it stretched out as far as the eye could see. As I looked closer, I saw that the various generals of the army divisions were standing in a row at the front line, their troops behind them. Amidst the great multitude of soldiers and weapons, I saw that one of the frontline leaders was looking directly at me. He was a big ugly monster with fierce teeth, a large snout and gold chains around his neck. He carried a banner and I knew who he was. His name was Shame. He had wanted my flesh for so long. He had come to me many times before to take my mind and curb my actions. He came to remind me of the past and to keep me bound there. Behind him were countless troops bound in chains, slaves that he had captured, and fought for him now. He seemed to sense my frailty, and to perceive that I...

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