“Come descendants of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the LORD!” Isaiah 2:5
I was a dirty little ragamuffin of a girl; in a white sack dress that was all torn at the bottom, frayed and a filthy mess. I had mud clear up to my banged-up knees and up to my shoulders on my scarred arms. My shoeless feet pounded the golden floor and my mass of unkempt hair flew behind me. Tears streaked through dirty cheeks as I burst through the elaborate doors of the most pristine palace of gold. Rows of guards in pressed white robes gawked as I entered to behold a HUGE… HUGE! golden throne upon which sat the One I had come to see. I flung myself through the throne room, not caring who saw me or what they were there for. With my last ounce of strength I threw my sobbing mess at the foot of the throne.
From the moment I entered the throne room Father God’s eyes were locked on my helpless frame. He froze mid conversation and held up His hand for silence. His daughter, His Beloved, His Dear One was in the room and CRYING. All business stood still. All eternal dealings, all important things – planets spinning, stars dying, it would all just have to wait. He scooped my heaving form from the floor at His feet and set me upon His lap with His gentle arm around my shaking shoulders. He flicked His hand and everyone left the room.
Alone with my Papa, He thumbed the tears from my eyes and combed the hair from my face. Kissing my forehead He erased the dirt from my skin. Looking into my eyes He vanquished all the wounds.
The One I came to see.
He sat there stroking my hair as we talked, all the while never diverting His eyes from mine. With His attention directed only my way the fears ceased their endless ranting in my ears and the doubts fled from the room entirely; leaving only hope. Hope in His love for me. A love so strong, that nothing in all of creation could separate me from it. “There aint no mountain high enough, aint no valley low enough to keep Me from you!”
My friends, we are all, each and every one of us, Daddy’s little girl. We are the one that He adores and would do anything in His power for. He cherishes us like none other. YOU are precious to Him. YOU are a prized daughter in the King of kings’ house! When YOU enter the throne room everything stops. When Esther entered the throne room she entered with a fear of death because she wasn’t allowed in there unless invited.
On the price of the blood of Jesus WE can enter the throne room with ZERO fear!!! My friend, your presence has been REQUESTED!