Friday, December 19, 2008

Love Letters to the King



Do you remember, my Lord?

The first time I came to you?

I remember….

Standing in a walkway, sweat dripping from my brow as I swept the front stoop of my master’s store, your messenger found me.

No words spoken. He leaned from his saddle, a gold sealed note in his hand. I took it, and he disappeared into the dust cloud from the horse-trodden cobblestone road.

Alone, in the midst of the crowded village market, I stood.

A poor peasant girl, in thread-bare clothes, holding a note from the King.

I broke the seal and read the letter.

Come to me.

Three simple words. My brow creased. My heart skipped a beat. Why me, my Lord? With tears streaming down my cheeks, my condition resonated within me, tormenting my soul. Dirty, used, broken, I cannot go to the king.

But your note. Come to me.

My heart moved beyond my torment. I must go to the King.

The broom fell from my hand. I clutched the note to my bosom and ran. Each step carried me farther away from the village and closer to your garden. My heart beat explosively in my chest until each breath was harder to grasp than the last. I pushed on until I reached the gate. Holding fast to the iron bars, I lay my head on the cold metal and wept for the unworthiness of my soul.

The setting sun threw roses to the earth that illuminated the lake in a ghostly glow. As I looked towards the water, I found you standing beneath the willow tree; its branches bowing in your presence.

The gate was not locked. I passed through the entrance and tread reticently down the path. The closer I came to you, the more I was enveloped by the peace that emanated from your stature. I cared less and less about my appearance. I only wanted you.

At the end of the path I stopped. The great lake spread before me, smoldering in the setting sun. You did not acknowledge my presence. You stood staring at the water. Your shoulders broad with strength, your head held high in majesty and your heart…I could hear calling to me.

I was eager. I was also scared.

Your note in my hand, I walked to your side and bowed my head.
Expecting to hear your voice, I felt your hand instead. You lifted my chin with your fingers until my eyes met yours. You looked into my soul as if you were studying a great masterpiece.

Wiping the tears from my cheeks, you spoke, “Peasant girl no more. From now on you are my Princess.”

I remember my Lord. And, I will never forget.

Love,

Your enraptured servant

“No longer will they call you Deserted, or name your land Desolate. But you will be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah, for the Lord will take delight in you…” Is 62:4 (NIV)

May you run to the one who beckons you that he may delight in your presence.

11 comments:

Melanie said...

This is beautiful!
Melanie@Bella~Mella

Melinda said...

Absolutely beautiful. I'm so glad you stumbled on my blog so that I could find yours!

Merry Christmas,
Melinda

Shanita Waters said...

Praise God it's Friday! Another beautiful love letter to the king! I absolutely adore these. All I can say is awesome! There is a song that came to mind as I read your letter. I believe it's called "I'm in Awe of You".

Also, I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your comment on my blog. God used you to confirm more things than you could possible know. I am so happy to have found you!

Blessings!
Shanita

Truth4thejourney said...

What a beautiful love letter today, Spring! The anticipation, the guilt the feeling of unworthiness. We've all felt that way before, but then God, He is so gentle and loving and caring as He gives us a new name - Princess!

Great Job!
Sonya

Tammy said...
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Tammy said...

Beautiful words you have written to describe how our Heavenly Father woos us into His presence.

Joanie Butler said...

What a love letter. You captured me from the first sentence and carried me along with you until the end. Captivating! What an invitation to us all to remember to write "love letters to our Savior."

BTW, will you be attending "She Speaks" again this year?

The Blonde Duck said...

You should write to a Christian publisher! I think you could make it!

Edie said...

I get tears in my eyes every time I read one of your Love Letters to the King. They always direct my gaze back to Him. You write beautifully Spring.

Dead to Self said...

Wow...how did I ever go so long without reading these. They are so beautiful and right now are just meeting me where I am. Thank you so much! :)

And maybe you're the one my teachers are always talking about when they say they want a clone in my class?! Think you can take over now until grauduation...I'm kinda tired of test lol! Oh but my GPA is going up hopefully to that 3.7 I want so badly! Ok enough now!

Mary Moss said...

This is breathtaking. Thank you for a wonderful gift:-)