There once was a beautiful land where two townspeople lived where the wind sang and the waves waved. They townspeople smiled from ear to ear as they looked up to see this King who was on high. Externally, they were fully satisfied. Internally, they were fully satisfied. The sky shined so bright as the clouds rolled by but one day, the sky got dark and the two townspeople’s eyes lost their spark. As He looked down among the townspeople, He knew that they learned evil had a personality. The two townspeople felt inadequate. Hiding from the one who loved them most. A curse filled the land and the townspeople began to multiply, but as they multiplied the darker it became and the more selfish they got. Evil roamed the land, destroyed all good things and began to deceive. Little did they realize that they were the King’s children, they began to want separation from the King thinking that they didn’t need Him. No longer could they realize what was real as He became a fairytale to them. His story became a fable as they labeled Him less than able. Their hearts began to bleed to death as they disgustingly looked at the One who loved them with disrespect. They roamed the land like zombies, as their hearts became dark but couldn’t explain why deep down they still needed him. That fact was not acknowledged but ignored, as each day got darker than before.
The King looked down, still madly in love with His children and decided to come down as one of them, young and a man he wrapped himself inside their curse, reintroduced himself as one of them and met them in their hurt. As he walked the land giving and showing love that he wanted them to understand and accept, the townspeople built a wall and pushed away his offer of love, laughed and ridiculed him for his kindness. He decided to walk the land with the patience of a solider until he knew that their pain could be over. The day came where the townspeople were blood thirty for this man, they planned a scenario as blood dropped from their lips. This man King let them beat him with the hands he made with their hatred in their heart, as he carried the dark curse that filled the land on his back. He was punished for loving them, yet he still walked the land knowing what the future would hold realizing this was a part of the plan. He knew if no one intervened that true death is what each townsperson would have to face so he kept his eyes on the sky as he stepped in and took their place.
He was murdered, and this so called King fell as a dead man. Little did they know, but He surely knew, that he held up each one of their hearts as he died and in that moment, the curse died too.
His love was so big, his love was so strong that even death could not keep him away from them. And to prove that it worked, this man came back to life (:-0) to show them that He was their King the whole time. And now that the curse was gone, the people could walk with Him as they were originally supposed to…
And here is where I want to chime in. These past 5 months of being at home, immobile, trying to stay motivated day to day…my close relationship with the Lord began to dwindle. Shoot, even before the surgeries it was beginning to dwindle off. As I read that story above, I know one thing is for sure, that I am a townsperson. I’ve shoved Him away so many times, disrespected Him and decided not to care. But as reality hits, in that moment of spare time you have once a month I think to myself “what in the world am I doing?” Gladly, I know that He is still as close to me as He always has been, he is just waiting on me to come back wanting to show me how great his love is, wanting me to know that the inadequacy, hurt and shame that I feel died when He did all those years ago. I’m so blessed to know this story because what a story it is! A true story at that. I guess now it is time to reach back out for Him. I know He is there with His hands out, waiting for me. I don’t know why sometimes it seems so hard to reach for Him when He is right next to me…that’s that curse still inside my head. But I have to realize that it is gone and that even though I mess up, even though I walk away, even though I put Him on the back burner…I am always, and I mean always, welcomed back. Quite reassuring, actually. And so my friends, this is where I will leave you, to make the choice to walk with Him like we were originally supposed to or not. Just know that the as long as our spirit man/woman inside us has legs, we can always walk back. It’s just a matter of if we really want to or not and if we believe He loves us like He says he does, even after we’ve hurt Him with the things we do.
It’s time for me to start walking.
Daisy Update: This little girl has been my companion over the past five months. She has kept me company and kept me going through my surgeries and my healing time. I mean, she sleeps a lot because I can’t play with her like I used to…she seems bored. But I love her just the same. So thankful for this crazy little flower…she’s a keeper.
This is where I’ve been sitting the past five months and she’s been right there with me!
We do everything together.