A Love Song

Psalm 45:11  So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.

He is your Lord. Adore Him.  The command rings out—Love the Lord thy God with all thine heart, soul, mind and strength.
 
The bad-hair-day you have from time to time is made more tolerable when you realize that the King—adorned in raiment and pure love for you—still sees you as the most beautiful thing He’s ever seen.  :-)

Now, I’ve had a lot of “bad-hair-days”—days that just didn't go as planned.  Life can cause you to feel that you’ve just endured a train-wreck, survived, and somehow you get to live and tell your experiences (while going on a treasure-hunt for the bobbypins).  But, you see, that just adds more drama--more intrigue--to the storyline.

Our God is the Author and Finisher of our faith. He gets to write the book of our life-story.  Beautiful.  Truly it is. 

No matter what the plot looks like to you…it is beautiful…for He is writing the script.  The script may not be written as you would write it, but allow Him the pen anyway.  He sees you as beautiful.  He pursues you.  He loves you.  He imagines great things and creates beauty in/through/for you each and every day!  He loves you that much.

This doesn’t mean that hardship won’t come, that life is not painful and ugly at times, but what it does mean is that I can endure with joy and gladness because I am not alone on the journey. I am being lead like a queen-in-waiting toward His palace—the King of all kings palace!  I will spend eternity with Him in the most beautiful, splendorous dwelling I can’t even fathom right now.  Imagine!

Yes, there may be even more suffering ahead, but if I say, “Yes, my Lord…yes, to your dreams…yes,to your plans…yes, to your aspirations for my life…”, I will be allowing Him the honor of leading me to His love-chamber.  Walking in unison with Him makes a life of beauty.  I can endure because I know He loves with a passionate desire for me.  He has something for me that is far richer, far sweeter, and far greater than my wildest dreams. 

No, the script isn’t what I’d write, yet I humbly give myself away to the Author who knows the end of my story, to the One who holds the pen.  All my desire is before Him.  He is my Lord, He is my God…I bow before Him and I worship Him.  He is my King, and He is enough. 

Master, I have found the One my soul loveth.  I am satisfied with You.