Life As an Afterschool Special

This was from an Old post I did on the Swoony Girl Board…..

“On the day that you were born, you were dumped in a field and left to die, unwanted.But I came by and saw you there, kicking helplessly about in yourown blood. As you lay there I said “Live!” and I helped you thrive like a plant in the field.

You grew up and became a beautiful jewel. Your breast became full and your hair grew, though you werestill naked. And when I passed by and saw you again you were old enough to be married. So I wrapped my cloak around you to cover your nakedness and declared my marriage vows. I made a covenant with you, says the Sovereign Lord, and you became mine

Then I bathed you and washed off your blood, and I rubbed fragrant oils into your skin. I gave you expensive clothing made out of fine silk and linen, beautifully embroidered, and sandals made of fine leather. I gave you lovely jewelry, bracelets, and beautiful necklaces, a ring for your nose and earrings for your ears and a lovely crown for your head. And so you were made beautiful with gold and silver. You ate the finest of foods-fine flour, honey, and olive oil and became more beautiful than ever.

YOU LOOKED LIKE A QUEEN AND SO YOU WERE.

Your fame soon spread throughout the world on account of your great beauty, because the splendor I bestowed on you perfected your beauty, says the sovereign Lord. But you thought you could get along without me so you trusted instead in your beauty and fame. You gave yourself as a prostitute to every man who came along. Your beauty was theirs for the asking.

You used the lovely things I gave you to make shrines for idols…”

Ezekiel 16:5-16

I love being a woman. I love jewelry and clothes and high heels and long hair and curves. I love pink and glitter and purses and nailpolish. I love crying at sappy commercials and covering my eyes at scary movies. I love being feminine. That is why the world thinks I am a woman.

But that isn’t who I am. I am Gods. I am HIS bride, HIS love, HIS queen. The beauty or splendor I may have only comes because HE perfected it. He has made me beautiful because he lavished me withHis love. That is what makes me a woman.

Now I must choose to return that same devotion or walk away. God isn’t forcing us to love Him; He is standing with open arms begging us to choose him. When we choose our own flesh we commit adulteryagainst the Lord. We don’t just make Him angry, we break his heart.

I want to love the Lord. He has called me by name and I am His. I want my deepest desire to be for Him. I want to hunger for Him. I dont want to choose this world over Him. I want HIM to seduce me with His words. Woo me with His character. Reveal Himself to me.