Receive your king.

Receive your king.

& that’s the way it was with us before Christ came.
We were slaves to the spiritual powers of this word.
Galatians 4:3

 

It was the rules game. Follow this list of things. Meet these standards. Be this tall. Then you can ride the ride. Then you’ll reach the safety zone.

 

This was never something where the laws & my obedience made me enough. No, no. This was simply showing my darkness the light of day, giving it name. This was showing me on my best day I wasn’t a match for God’s worst.

 

So that’s that. & the rules were guardians to prepare us for our inheritance. To make us ready for what was to come.

 

Perfection. Everything I’m unqualified to be & undeserved of. A father to pick me up, lifting me over those height markers that beg me to be something. That ask me to stand alone & be enough. Barriers broken. All by grace.

 

But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children. & because you Gentiles have become his children, God has sent the spirit of his son in your hearts, & now you can call God your dear Father. Now you are no longer a slave but God’s own child. & since you are his child, everything he has belongs to you.
v.4-7

I am God’s own child. Thousands of years later, & here I stand. I am his daughter.

 

Can you say that out loud?
Can you believe every word & feel it’s power?

Its mad love. The passionate kind in which if I were an angel I would probably be like God, why’d you do that? Why’d you even waste your time? Because really if he wanted perfect worshippers, he has plenty of angels at his command. Because I feel myself, & even on my most bloated of days, I still this tiny little thing in the grand scheme of things. I mean, you couldn’t even feel my heartbeat over an avalanche. You can’t even see my bright red lips from outer space. Here I am this molecule out of creation. Here I am, with my ears clogged half my life. Here I am, with selective hearing & excessive stubbornness the other half my life.

 

& he picked me out, seeing me worthy of all this commotion on a cross.
He saw my empty hands & died to fill them with his own.

& he didn’t even just want to teach me his ways, as if I were just another student. He didn’t want me to be another fan, admiring from afar. He didn’t want to be just friends, so I wouldn’t have to be so alone.

 

He wanted my DNA to look like his. He wanted to take credit for me.

He was never ashamed of me.

 

He’s always wanted this. To call me his very own. To have all bragging rights. To have my face on the front of his refrigerator.

 

He loves me. & all that’s his is mine.

 

& this, love, is one in the same.
This is tied closer than it seems.

 

It’s the let earth receive her king thing.

 

I’ve been meditating on this one verse, & its been one of those things you just know God has a key to, waiting to take you deeper into his glorious mysteries.

 

This is it love.

 

Because it’s more than worshipping him & its more than just believing him. Its more than imagining that picture of a sweet baby surrounded by stars & pigs & donkeys & lambs.

 

Receiving. Accepting. Taking this on as your own.

 

God is grabbing our hand in the midst of our emptiness & he’s walking us to the stable. He’s taking us to his Son & he’s saying this is more than a story, love, this is a gift.

 

He is for you. Jesus is for you.

 

& we get all confused because, to be honest, in the midst of the addictions, dying relatives, & great depressions, we don’t always know what to do with him. He’s like that awkward gift.

 

But here it is, sweet love. He’s saying my spirit is within you & my Son is beside you & here am I. We are always here. We are always yours. & all we have is yours.

 

All that is mine is yours.

 

Do you hear that?

 

This is Jesus & because of him all that is Gods is mine. By God’s pure love, all darkness & death & depression & addictions were pierced by the light, losing their sting. & the hold you feel is simply the hold of forgetfulness. Because you are unbound. & you may be sitting in the chains but you are free.

 

Here is Jesus & here is peace, joy, patience, self-control.

 

Here you go. I love you.

 

Don’t forget to take hold of all that is yours love. Because a price was paid & a love was victorious. & it still is. & to not take hold of all this as all yours is to turn down the greatest gift of all.

 

Say yes, love. Receive your King.

It’s your turn, love. Break the silence. Spill your guts.

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