Yet I Still Belong To You

Wrapped up in pride and full of arrogant words, I put on a show for all to see. Disdainfully setting myself above others, carefully averting my eyes from the mirror of truth it is easy to believe the lies of flattering lips which are nothing but instruments of the enemy. Self-righteous, egocentric, self-pity and other such things are nothing but the exaltation of self and rightfully, only God deserves exaltation. I am guilty of all of these things plus many more yet I still belong to him!

I try to break away, demand my own way and throw fits like a spoiled child. I thrust back gifts God has given me because I want something else. Through my actions I behave as if God has forsaken me, lied to me, forgotten me or has become thoroughly disgusted with me. If I am honest with myself and quit trying to argue with him for a moment, I know nothing could be further from the truth. I spit, kick, scratch, punch, rage and spew out words thoughtlessly at times. Oh, I'm a real sweetheart, aren't I! Yet, I still belong to him.

Confronted by reality, I think of nothing but fleeing in shame. What if God finds out that I'm really not a princess? What if he discovers I'm nothing but a filthy, undeserving little beggar? Why, he'd have the dogs on me in an instant. I'd better get a head start and make a run for it! I make a mad dash for it crawling through the mud and the underbrush. The thorns slash away at me and the mud, cuts, blood and rags make me look less like a princess than ever.

Oh no! I'm being pursued. No matter how fast or far I run, no matter how hard I try to hide, I can't shake him. He's hot on my trail and his determination, endurance and love is far greater than anything I could possibly imagine. You see, I still belong to him.

I was so foolish and ignorant-I must have seemed like a senseless animal to you.
Yet I still belong to you; you hold my right hand. Psalm 73:22-23 (NLT)

Abruptly I stop running and fling myself into his arms sobbing. "I'm not a princess." Any observer would say, "Certainly not!" I'm crumpled up with snarled up, tear-soaked strands of hair stuck to my tear-stained muddy face. I appear to be better-suited for a dumpster rather than a palace.

I'm expecting a stern rebuke and I'm prepared to be flung away in disgust. Instead, he smiles and gently begins to clean up my dirty face and wipe away my tears. Carefully, he untangles my hair and cares for my wounds and wraps his robe around me. He picks me up and holds me gently and securely. "Of course you're a princess. I made you to be a princess and you still belong to me."

It's good to be here, tucked away safe in his hand. The storms rage around me. The enemy shouts out all sorts of idle threats but I only have eyes and ears for my beloved.
You guide me with your counsel, leading me to a glorious destiny.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
I desire you more than anything on earth.
My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak,
but God remains the strength of my heart;
he is mine forever.
Psalm 73:24-26 (NLT)

It is good to belong to him!

K :princess:

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