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We are God’s Bride, We adulterous wives.
Read Ezekiel 16. Though this chapter is written about Israel specifically, it is also for us.
We were born in a broken world. A world of darkness, where we “kicked around naked in our own blood” (6). We grew up in this, distorted and despised. But God saw us and took us in. Clothed us, washed us, adorned us in beautiful clothing. He gifted us with beauty and power. He than made a covenant with us, marrying us and making us a beautiful queen at His side.
But as the story tells, this queen chose a lesser pleasure. Rather than living with power and beauty, she sold her beauty away and gave it to lesser men. The beauty that was meant for God was given to lowly men. She sold herself in prostitution, the passage says, “But you trusted your beauty and used your fame to become a prostitute. You lavished your favors on anyone who passed by and your beauty became his” (15). Imaging that, a queen, choosing to sell herself as a sex slave to filthy and undesirable men. Beyond that, she gave away her jewelry and clothing to them. She gave away everything to these disgusting men, just to indulge herself in lust. Lust that could never satisfy. “Was your prostitution not enough? You slaughtered my children and sacrificed them to the idols”(20-21). “You adulterous wife! You prefer stingers to your own husband!” (32).
And in all of this she did not remember her youth “When you were naked and bare, kicking about in your blood.” (22) But God remembered. “Yet, I will remember the covenant i made with you in the days of your youth, and I will establish an everlasting covenant with you.” (60).
We are the girl in this. Everyday we sell ourself to lesser men. We sell ourselves to popularity, lust, romantic love, friends, success, power, fun, and often just to our world in general. We sell ourselves, longing to feel the pleasures and wonders of this earth, an ugly bed we were not meant to lie in. We are adulterous wives. But no matter how horrid our adultery is. God remembers His Covenant with us. He will take us back. He loves us. We simply have to return to Him, our forgiving, loving husband.
Busy Life
I haven’t posted in a while!! I’m sorry!!
I have some things i plan to post soon :D
I have recorded some worship songs that i covered and i have a few things i want to blog on.
Please ask me questions too!!! i would love to answer anything you guys want to know.
His Little Princess
He is Yahweh - 1000 Generations
I love this song!!!! :D
The Accident - You’re Beautiful, God.
The music played a beautiful melody. True words sang out to me through my car speakers. “I see your face in every sunrise, the colors of the morning are inside your eyes. The world awakens in the light of the day. I look up to the sky and say, You’re beautiful”
I check my blind spot, then look forward, and suddenly the world spins into fast forward. The car takes a direction of its own, and as my car whips back and forth in my lane I tried to regain control but there was nothing I could do, I was just short of spinning on the winter road.
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In that second there is no sound. No music. Just a faint screaming. Desperate screaming Your name. “LORD JESUS, SAVE ME! SAVE ME!” Then the world stopped.
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Over my shaking pants all I hear is music. “I see Your face, You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” I close my eyes and breathe, “Thank you.”
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(Song: You’re Beautiful by Phil Wickham)
For those who know me personally, you heard i was in a 70mph car crash on Tuesday morning. I was passing a truck with a trailer and checked my blindspot to make sure i was far enough away i wouldnt not hit him. When i looked back up, i noticed a turn and decided to take it a little wide to make sure his trailer did not hit me in the turn. By taking the turn wide, i hit ice on the median and lost control of the car, hitting the truck and driving straight into the ditch where a cushion of marshes waited to catch me. I was okay, the man and his son in the truck were okay. and no other cars were harmed.
This was my first accident, i had been in only one before but it was before i was old enough to drive and both of my parents were in the car. I was alone in this scarey situation and though i was terrified while my car was in motion. My soul was at piece through it all. Not once since then has my peaceful spirit faltered. As terrifying as the accident was in the moment, it was the most real encounter with God i have had in years, and it was very welcomed. As my car came to a halt in the marshes, my worship music i was listening to on my way to school was still playing. And i was able to sing along and smile. Even though i was in the ditch.
I got to school fine, i was not injured, other than whiplash, the only thing damaged was the car, which was an old clunker anyway, and my dad said will hopefully be fixed by only $500. That wasn’t even my car, it was my brothers. My car is still safe at the shop after my friends mom backed into last week. Funny how God saved my nice car from the accident, and let the old clunker take the hit.
I am thankful to God for the accident. Not just that He kept me safe, but i needed that confirmation that i was on the right track. When it came down to my life and nothing else mattered, i cried out to Him, and even in that, just by calling out, i was at peace, I knew i would be safe. God uses weird ways to answer our prayers.
“You’re Beautiful.”
The princess is in the palace - how beautiful she is! Her gown is made of gold thread
Psalms 45:13 GNT
(The princess is likely referring to the Church, being the daughter of the King, God.)
Overcoming a Lie: The Youngest
I am the youngest in my family. And it really gets hard sometimes. You feel like a disappointment all of the time. I see my older siblings accomplishing so much cuz they are older and more mature. It feels like I am fighting to reach that standard. I am always striving to measure up, but i set my bar too high. I simply can’ reach it. My siblings simply have more years than me. And I see Timothy in the New Testament, and young leader in the church. He may have been young, but God still gave him many gifts, including leadership. I have gifts too, even though they may not be the same as my siblings.
A story my mom would always tell was about when i was a toddler. I would demand my mom’s attention, literally grab her face to make her see me. Though yes, it was childish and selfish, she has admitted that she needed that. With homeschooling and raising 2 other kids, the third would easily have been neglected if i had simply sat in a corner and been quiet. My childish selfishness served a good purpose, my own growth.
But even as i grow older i keep finding myself fall into that subconscious feeling, that i have to demand my parents attention, or anyone’s attention. I feel like i need to make people care for me, otherwise i would get lost in the rest of life. I grew up along side my brother, two years older than me, the opposite of me. He tried to be a good little boy. He was in sports, played soccer for years and was very good at it. He was recognized by the state for being a good goalie. He is still excelling in soccer. All my life i was dragged to soccer games, told that i have to cheer for them. Even from my young age my mind yelled “That’s not fair! No one cheered for me about anything.”
As i grow older i still fight these feelings. I never got into anything like sports. I never got awards or cheering. This summer i graduate highschool. I am so excited! I thought, “finally i could be proud of myself!” Then my sister got engaged. It was no surprise. I was excited for her, I’m even a bridesmaid. But still that little lie in the back of my head told me that i had nothing to be proud of. Graduating was old news. Now everyone was excited for my sister’s wedding. I can not count how many times people have asked me about her wedding. It gets exhausting to fight that nagging voice telling me that i will never measure up. By the time i get married its gonna be old news.
These are the lies i have fed myself. These are lies that Satan has used against me. And i still fight them to this day. It’s hard being the youngest. It’s hard feeling like old news. But that is selfishness. I have plenty to be proud of. I have exceeded in grades, sometimes even better than my siblings, and I’m even a grade higher than they were at my age. I skipped a grade. I may not do sports, i may not win awards. But i create art. Art that i can sell, or decorate my house with. Reminders that i can do something beautiful than no one else in my family can match. I am not better than them, i am not worse than them. I am simply different, and that is exactly what i have been striving for all along.
And most of all, as the youngest, I have a glimpse of being God’s little girl in the relationship with my daddy. There really is something beautiful about being the littlest girl. I’m so blessed to have the daddy i have, that i know how to be God’s little girl. God’s little princess.
Jesus Loves me <3
I love Jesus, and Jesus loves you, and i love you, but not as much as Jesus. <3
I love Jesus, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves you, and I love you, but not as much as Jesus! <3
