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Day 3: The Attitude

Posted on 22/07/2016

Understanding I am Beloved of God, stirs an emotion I have not felt often; Awe. Being chosen by the Most High to be loved isn’t taken lightly. It is a privilege and I treat it as such. I smile as I flip through his love letter, reading what He thinks of his Beloved.

Psalms 33:12, 18, NIV

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people he chose for his inheritance… but the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love.”

Isaiah 42:1, NIV

“Here is my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen one in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him and he will bring justice to the nations.”

1 Peter 2:9, NIV

“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.”

What a privilege to know that I am the chosen one in whom He delights. I double dare myself to read that without smiling. It’s impossible. It is more than flattery to read that God delights in me. The million and one verses of God’s thoughts of me are overwhelming, impressive, wonderful.

As a romance writer, it is my duty to express the feelings of both the lover and the beloved. Overwhelming passion are described with illustrative imagery of blushed skin, palpitating heartbeats and breath caught. But the most important are the profound words of the beloved in response to the lover’s affection. She speaks of her awe of his attention, and her desire to be with him – to be loved by him. When I read a book about a beloved’s thoughts of her lover, I often blush when she speaks of her love for him.

So what is to be my response after a million and one verses of how God feels about me? Should it a casual thanks for his thoughts of love? But how can that be when I’m smiling and fully in awe of his love for me?

Delight yourself in the Lord…

King David knew of such love, for he like me was a wretched person unworthy of love. I speak with a vulnerability that I often ignore, but it is hard to when I read David’s account of self-disdain and helplessness. He is an imperfect man who has made his share of mistakes, as I have, and yet God still chose him. Just as God has chosen to call me Beloved. I can’t help but nod in agreement as David recants God’s affection towards him.

Psalm 116:5-7, NIV

“The Lord is gracious and righteous; our God is full of compassion. The Lord protects the simple-hearted; when I was in great need, he saved me. Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.”

Amen, Hallelujah! I testify along with King David that the Lord has been good to me. If I begin to recant the blessings he has given me, His beloved, I would have volumes of testimonies.

Knowing I am loved by God, the automatic response is not only gratitude, but awe and delight. So I return to Psalms, searching for words to explain just how I feel, to put words to what my smile and blush mean.

Psalm 119:103, NIV

“How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth.”

Psalm 108:4-5, NIV

“For great is your love, higher than the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, and let your glory be over all the earth.”

Psalm 104:33-34, NIV

“I will sing to the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. May my meditation be pleasing to him, as I rejoice in the Lord.”

Rejoice. That’s it. I rejoice in the knowledge of his love for me; that God and Creator of all things, thinks of me as His chosen one and Beloved. Rejoice and delight are synonymous; reveling too. My reaction is to repeat the declaration of love, rest in the truth of that love, and put it on like a cloak. To take ownership of that love and wear it like an ID card. I admit that since Day 2, I have repeated the words ‘I am His Beloved and He is mine’ all day and smiled like a fool. I wear His love like a cloak, like a banner.

Songs of Solomon 2:4, NIV

“He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.”

Prayer: Dear Father, I thank you for your sweet and unconditional love. I am in awe that you have chosen me as your own, as your Beloved. It makes my heart glad to know that your banner over me is love and I wear it like a cloak, reminding myself that you delight over me. Help me to rest in your love and to properly wear my identity as your Beloved. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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The Absalom Syndrome

Posted on 24/07/2013

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Penned by my father (Donkey Chronicles)

Absalom, for those who may not know, was a favorite son of King David. He was smart, was dearly loved by his father and the people his father ruled adored him. He was a ‘beautifully’ handsome man with a head full of hair (envy of most ladies) and a gorgeously built body. His natural endowments of talent, beauty and charisma coupled with being a prince in-waiting were not in doubt to anyone that met him at the courts of his father! His motives though subtle at first became bolder as he continued to woe the people that came to see his father.
Not too long people knew what he really was about and he started gathering his followers to finally expose who he really was. Abe had ambitions to be king in place of (and not after) his father so he went to work using everything within his reach to achieve it at all cost. He knew he had siblings who were qualified to be king as well but to him he was better than every one of them. He must force this to happen at all cost. No waiting, no approval or protocol or decorum necessary. This syndrome can be likened to riding high horses.
Whether horses or men, Abe did not care; he just loved riding high. Abe loved riding, pure and simple! It did not matter to him that despite his natural endowments and his exaggerated perception of himself that he was just a prince amongst other princes and remained so until the father passes and the king makers crown him as king. When things did not go Abe’s way, he decided to make it happen so he got up on his high horse and galloped to his death. The false sense of indomitability in riding high horses became apparent as that source of pride became the Achilles heel for Abe when his beautifully preserved hair (that was cut, weighed and publicized annually) got caught on a tree branch and the high horse (he trusted in) rode off and left him hanging as easy target for an insulted general that had an ax to grind.
Riding fair and low has its merits. Good riders need good and not necessary high horses. A gold fish has no hiding place. King Solomon was just one of the princes when his half brother was riding high but when the time came the true king emerged. The wisest earthly king that ever lived (King Solomon) said “let others praise you” and people throughout the ages continue to marvel at his wisdom while his high horse riding brother’s life remains an object lesson. Hence we hear age old advice from well meaning folks, “get off your high horse” and mingle with the masses. The true princes will emerge and they will not be found on high horses.
It is truth worth contemplating.–
Akiroro.
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