a princess' diary
tha anticipation rises of my searching. and i continue the journey to find more of my identity..in Him.
Sunday June 12th 1230am.
THE KING AND I
HIS WORD
The King is enthralled by your beauty. Honour Him for He is your Lord. All glorious is the princess within her chamber; her gown is interwoven with gold. In embroided garments she is led to the King. Her virgin companions follow her and are brought to you. They are lied in with joy and gladness; they enter the palace of the king.Psalm 45-11-15.
MADE FLESH
His love letter addressed to us as women, daughters of the King. Listen and give ear! The King is enthralled with our beaty. We will seek favour with not just men, but men of wealth. THe Lord has prepared for us, the princesses of His Kingdom, embroided garments. As we prepare ourselves in our chamber to meet with the King, our virgin companions help alongside and bring us to Him.
TO ME
Wow. Lord you are every part of my worship. As we shared this verse tonight as a group of young women, learning what it means to be beautiful, who consistently ask the question in the quietness of our spirit that shouts 'Do you think i'm beautiful?' it has sunken deep into my heart tonight that yes, You are the Beholder o my beauty. Me! Me!! Me!!!
I picture myself as one of those young women in the old castle fairy tales as they are getting ready to be presented to the King. The whole anticipation fo getting ready infront of the mirror as i wear my best, my embroided garment that the king has especially chosen and ordered made-to-fit, better than any formal gown i could find off the rack of an upmarket boutique.
As i stare into the reflection of the oval mirror, i anticipate my meeting with the king as i see Him face to face. Nervous and excited, i smile at the reflection in the mirror. But i am not alone. In the room await with me my virgin companions, each one of them pure, clean and whole. They're helping me get ready, to put on my gown with care as each part of the garment is embroided intricately, interwoven with only the finest gold. What a piece of art, and specially fitted just for me!
I am ready. The palace awaits for my arrival. Slowly but reassuringly, i stand up graciously, careful not to put a tear into any part of my gown. I start to head towards the palace gates. The door swings open at my arrival. The guests stare and stand amazed. Though in the thousands, i am not afraid. Fear has gone. The anxiety has faded. Shyness has left me for i know my identity. The beholder of my beauty is awaiting for me at the other end of the aisle. Slowly but reassuringly, as the music starts to play, i take my first step down the aisle which seems oh-so-long. But each step, closer and closer to the King. The glimpse of Him gets clearer and clearer. The steps seem so slow. I want to run, run into His arms now to be embraced by the Lover of my soul, Jesus!
Finally i arrive *phew*. As the music fades out, i see the beholder of my beauty. He is captivated, mesmerised. I stand, a little blushed, a little excited of what the future holds from here on. My heart pounds for i am there, right there standing with Him, the one i longed for and who has sacrificed His life for me. Me of all people!!
Everything around me fizzles out as our eyes interlock with just the reassurance of each other's presence. That was enough for Him. That was enough for me.
tbc..
