Miss Unloved kneeled at Jesus’s feet with tears streaming down her face, her eyes and face on the ground below her. Shame and fear was written all over her from years of living her identity out through those around her.
She was desperate to find love, and searched for it in the eyes and arms of those who promised to be all she ever needed and hoped for. For years she tried to earn acceptance and love by being everything everyone could ever want.
Perfectionism was her enemy.
Today, the burden Miss Unloved carried was more than she could bear.
“My Beloved Bride, lift your face my love.” Jesus said.
Miss Unloved did not lift her face.
“Who is He talking to?” she thought.
“My Beloved Bride, I am speaking to you, that is who you are and who I created you to be. Lift your head my love and grab my hand. The plans I have for you are great, I have a future and a hope for you. You are fearfully and wonderfully made my cherished treasure.”
Miss Unloved was no longer, she rose and Jesus whispered the truth of who she was in Him.
Before time He named her, He knew her, she has always been and always will be
His Beloved Bride.
As His Beloved Bride began the journey of walking in Him, there were dangerous and dark days when the voices in the shadows would taunt her relentlessly.
They would scream and hiss, “You are not His Beloved Bride, you are crazy, damaged goods, an adulteress forever, a failure and if those around you would see your heart they would run screaming!”
The giants of fear would laugh at her.
Imps of condemnation would cackle, ” You are never enough, whats wrong with you. You need to DO more, BE more!”
Death would snarl, ” You are better of dead, there is no hope for you, you digusting mess.”
They would tower over her and beckon her to turn her back on her journey with her loving Bridegroom.
The darkness would at times overtake her and many days she felt so alone and abandoned. She would at her weakest cry out,
“My Love, My Bridegroom I need you!”
“Jesus come to me!”
Every time Her Jesus would run to her side and and take her through the valley and bring her to beautiful places and whisper her
His Truth to her.
There were days when He would call to her, ” Come away my Beloved!” He would lift her face and they would walk together in beautiful fields of wildflowers under the sun. He would place her hand in His He would begin to speak to her,
” My treasured Beloved Bride, I give you My grace My beautiful one. Let it wash over you, rest in Me.
I want you to know that there will be days when the giants will taunt you, I want you to always know that if I AM for you, who then can be against you?
Let My Truth make you free.
When the voices of unrest, fear, confusion or condemnation come know that it is NOT My voice. Know that My voice ALWAYS is full of grace, filled with love and mercy. My voice may bring conviction but never condemnation or heavy burdens that weigh you down for My yoke is easy and My burden light. Keep your eyes on Me, My Beloved, My voice is the Voice of Truth.
Rest in Me.”
His Voice of grace and love poured over my heart, (Taken from the book, Come Away My Beloved, by Frances J Roberts)
“More than all the comforts in the world, I want you to know the comfort of My presence. Many dangers beset your path, but I shall keep you if you trust in Me. Darkness presses you, and doubts arise, but the light of My Holy Spirit ever burn within your heart to cheer you and encourage you to go on, yes, to go on knowing surely I will bring you out.”My Jesus continued to speak and said to me,“My Beloved One rest assured in who you are in Me.No matter what the voices say let MY Voice of Truth make you free. This, my love, is the Truth that will drop the heavy chains of bondage that hold you down. Let My love be a consuming fire.My grace is sufficient for you.Joy awaits.These truths hold on tightly to, write it upon your heart.You are and will always be My Beloved Bride.I love YOU, in all your weakness, to the moon and back,forever and always.”
To the precious reader may I ask you,
Who are you to Jesus?
Do you ever struggle with staying in His identity?
I struggle often and find I must daily soak in His love and grace to be stayed there.
I hope to hear your heart and your voice.
May His truth, grace and love pour over you today.
By Julie Busby at http://journeytobeloved.blogspot.comLeave a Comment