The Greatest Man in history is Jesus. He had no servants, yet they called Him Master. He had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher. He had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer. He had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
(Source: hope-movement)
To My Daughter - A letter from The King
My darling, My daughter…
How are you, My beautiful child? I have missed you, I’ve been wondering where you have been. I feel as though I have spent so long watching you, being there for you, just waiting for you to notice Me.
You often feel that in a crowded room; you’re alone.. Don’t you notice me at the back of the room, as you dance about in your world? I’m watching you from a distance, from where you left Me when you pushed Me to the side, hid My word in your backpack, closed the pages of your journal when someone asked what you were writing; for fear of what others might think of Me, your Father.
I’m still here, sometimes I see you looking for Me, at the end of the day - when everyone else has gone home, and you’re laying in your bed, staring out the window. When you go into the bathroom, wipe off your make-up, and remember who you naturally are… I hear your heart looking for Me. I’m there My beautiful girl; when you stare at your reflection, and you cringe at the way your nose turns slightly out at the bottom, or the way your freckles aline perfectly across your cheeks. When you purse your lips at the colour of your skin, the shape of your hairline, and the way your lips don’t always rest perfectly together. You never seem to like what you see, and I try to reach out to you, and explain why I painted your face that way, why I intricately sketched your lips to fall together the way they do - but you’re too busy for me, it seems you always are these days… Splashing inks of red, creams, browns and blacks across your face; hiding the masterpiece that I created you to be; sometimes I worry you have forgotten who you truly are, My child.
I see you each week, stepping through your routines, meeting your friends, and making time to talk. I know you probably wish I wasn’t My dear, but I find Myself falling jealous to the time you have for everyone but Me. I wonder; do you remember last Sunday, when you promised we would have coffee together, when you said you were sorry for all the times you left me waiting, sitting and hoping you would arrive; I waited with my arms filled to overflowing. I prepared gifts for you each time you said we would meet… I wrapped grace in a parcel, perfectly and sweetly; for all the times you did Me wrong. I folded compassion and love into a neat bundle, with a ribbon of acceptance around it, gently tied with care and concern for you - for all the times you felt unwanted, unloved and alone, the times you felt no one cared… I waited for you, but you did not come; lately dear, you rarely come…
I fell to My knees for you today, I begged for your company in some kind of way.
I fell to My knees and I called out your name, hoping maybe, you’d do the same.
But I waited again, I sat waiting for you; in a crowded room, where no body knew; that you had promised Me your time, for a short moment or two. I waited patiently for you, because you are worthy of My time, I consider you much more important than any other creation of Mine. It was then and there, I stood to my feet, and found you somewhere new… From across the room, I noticed you… You had forgotten about Me, My princess - but I hadn’t forgotten about you.
I’ve played hide and seek with you; I promised I would find you, and surely I did. When it came to your turn to come to Me, My dear, I waited for so long - only to find, you lost interest in our time together. I’ve played tag with you; I chased you, and chased you, and chased you again, I’ll never give up chasing you… Not until the very end. But when you chased Me back; that’s what gave Me great joy, to have you reach out your arms to Me; calling My name, telling Me you want Me, you need Me… It was beautiful, but short lived. - I wonder where you have gone My child; don’t you know I miss you?
I know you love encouragement, inspiration and conferences with great speakers; you love the hype of My word, and the gift of My life - but when it comes to the crunch, and you’re the star of the show - I long to be front row and centre, proudly cheering you on. But instead you buy me no ticket, and there I am; waiting for you again, at the back of a crowded room.
My daughter, do you remember when you told me you couldn’t go on? When tears stained your cheeks, and you found it hard to breathe - you sat weeping from a distance, but all of a sudden, you found support? That caring friends hand on your shoulder; the text message from your sister, the facebook message you received; it was not merely a coincidence, it was a small reminder of how lovingly I care for you.
I miss you My daughter, I miss the way you would take time for Me; and keep it
I miss the way you would proudly tell your friends about My faithfulness, and believe it.
I miss you desiring Me, wanting Me, and Hungering for Me; desperately and longingly, wanting more of Me. You have forgotten Me, My Child…
My heart is breaking for you; please come back to Me?
I’ll be waiting where you left Me, at the back of the crowded room.
Lovingly and longingly, prayerfully and passionately signed;
Your Father, Your Lord, Your King, Your Best Friend, Your Comforter, Your Counsellor.
Written By: Jacinta / hope-movement.tumblr.com
Lord, when a lens is placed before my life, and an image of who it is I have become, is being processed, developed and presented - Father, prepare me, so that it may be a sweetened image of You, Your love and Your handiwork. Let Your name be written on my heart, and Your will be placed firmly within my purpose. Let Your holiness, goodness and greatness be imprinted on the soles of my feet and engraved deeply within the palms of my hands; where You once thought of me, and blew my lifeless body from dust into existence. Let my entire being be enveloped, saturated and captured within Your intentions, Your desires and Your will for me Lord. That the prayer of my heart would ring true - that my eyes would gleam Your glory, present Your hope and provide Your promise. That my stance would present that I am eternally steadfast in Your grasp. That my clothes would show my intricately knitted place within Your kingdom, and my smile show the joy, that is eternally everlasting in You. That despite circumstance, regardless of situation and irrelevant of any emotional, physical or spiritual struggle; my life would bare the very name of You, my King. That my scent would be a sweet acknowledgement of Your grace, and that my words would be nothing less than an example of all that You once were, are and forever will be. Hear my cries Father, let my image, my legacy, my cause and my life - be the very reflection of nothing less than You in all Your beauty and wonder.
To the drunks, the addicts, the perverts, the victims, the porn stars, the prostitutes, the adulterers, thieves, the obese gluttons, the murderers, the losers, the freaks, the geeks, the red necks, the guys who own action figures, the chain smokers, the men who live with their mothers, the democrats, the republicans, the mormons, the maker of mens spandex bike shorts, the witches, the pot heads, the crack heads, the dead heads and the meth heads, the people who don’t recycle, the rainbow-loving tree-hugging hippies, the religious, the broken, the hurting and the lost.. I have good news for you: Jesus loves you; and though you may be stereotyped now, though you may fall into hurtful, painful and shameful categories now, you will only be branded once more in your life, if you take the hand of Christ, and His label that He sacrificed everything, and paid the price, in order for you to have freely… The label He died, for you to receive reads ‘Forgiven’.
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Oh Lord, You know me in and out and lovely are your thoughts about me. How great Your mercy is for me. I am thankful that You chose me, though I am so deeply unworthy; And so, with all that is within me - I will say ‘Abba Father, have Your way’. And Even when I’m walking through the valley of death, and I’m broken and nothing is left - Still, You lead me on. I am so thankful to You - In your love for me. You’re worthy Lord, and so I’ll pour my tears in the ocean, and I’ll leave my pain by the shore. And know that I can be thankful that Your mighty wave will sweep them away, until they are no more. I am thankful that when I am in fear, Lord - You hide me, You bury me deep within your wings and carry all my fears and worries, and You lift me when I am lowly. Father I am thankful, that You wrap me in your arms of safety when the battle’s raging, and with me sheltered below your wings - You’re fighting for me. Greater than all things that I could ever thank You for Lord, I am thankful that there’s freedom from my past, and there’s hope in my future. I am thankful that You are my today, You are my tomorrow, and You are my forever. Saviour, I am forever thankful, forever in love, forever Yours.
How many times have you approached God honestly, deeply and truly; Asking for nothing, but received everything. Had everything to hide, but hid nothing. Said not a word, but spoke endlessly. Never opened your eyes, but saw eternity… How many times have you approached your Maker; not as who you want to be, not as who you wish you were, not as who you think you are, not as who you ought to be; But just as you are, with all the dirt that covered you, when He first fell in love with you.
Oh Lord, my soul is floating, fluttering and flying here; as I am filled to overflowing, and overwhelmed by Your magnificent peace, Your sprouting joy, Your quenching love, Your constant kindness, Your unending mercy, Your undeserving grace and Your sweetened forgiveness. My heaviness has passed and that which once weighed me down; is gone. I am weightless and free, and I fly without hesitation or burden; without disappointment or guilt. I am flying high, lifted far above limitations, on eagles wings I soar; as Your promise has always been beautiful and true; You will lift me higher, higher and higher; like a child desiring to grow to new heights, here I am - I am higher, I am greater, I am stronger… Within me; You have overcome. Happiness and thankfulness overwhelms me, and my soul rejoices for You have done great things for me. How blessed I am, that Your care for me goes far above what I could have ever hoped for, dreamed of, or imagined.
