Not the Princess

It certainly has been a while since I've written. Maybe no one has noticed, but my heart sure has. When beginning this blog, I asked God to take my keyboard into His hands, and take my fingers and with them, type only the words He would speak. Many times, there is the temptation to write something just for the sake of filling up space on this page. But whenever I sit to write, if my heart is not in intimate communion with our Father, then He is faithful to stop my fingers from typing a single word. When we ask anything that lines up with His heart, He certainly is faithful to give us what we ask of Him.

In the weeks of not writing, I've been captivated by His scandalous love. His love that makes no sense. He was the High King, the very highest, above all things and worthy of all honor. Yet, He found a broken girl like me, with all of her insecurities and emotional ways, and left His high place to rescue her. It was a hero's move, for the girl who was not the princess. 

Sisters, do you see what He did for you?

In all of our childhood fantasies, we probably pretended at some point to be a princess being fought for by a gallant knight, who would go to depths and heights and place his very life on the line, to win the heart of the beautiful princess.

But what's astounding, is that as broken sinners, we were not the beautiful princess. We were dark, stained. And there was nothing within us to attract Him to us. We were the prostitute, who wore rags. Beaten and broken by the world and our own sin, we should not have been loved. 

But there was a knight, a Prince, who looked upon our helpless state and came for us. Feeling worthless, He treated us as though we somehow had value. He owned the entire world, created it. What could a simple girl in rags have to offer Him, that He would desire to have her?

Nothing. 

His love for her was unlike anything any human heart could grasp. For the human heart loves because something about the loved was attractive to us. But God does not love with a human love. He loves with a divine love. And our minds cannot grasp it. 

This is His divine love--He handed over His life to the enemy, making a deal. His soul, for ours. And our soul is that prostituted, ragged soul. With nothing to offer Him. Not even beauty of our own. And what Prince would trade his glory for a girl who is not a beautiful princess. Our Prince. And then, He bestows us with a beauty of His own making, when we build every piece of our lives around Him. A harem of prostitutes, trading their ashes for beauty. 

Understand that you have nothing to offer Him. Nothing. This is what makes His love astounding. That He would come to rescue you, when you have nothing to bring Him in return. 

Run to Him. 

Fall at His feet. 

He loved you when you had nothing to offer Him. 

Look into His eyes, and see His passionate love for your soul. 

Lean into His chest, and find that He is the only One who has ever loved you without condition.

For He loved you with His love. 

His perfect, unfathomable, scandalous love.

And that is reason to celebrate Resurrection Sunday.

"For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly." (Romans 5:8)

"My beloved spoke, and said to me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." (Song of Solomon 2:10)