I am Your's

Silence. Deep breaths. Stillness. Where are You?

I know You're here, with me. Watching me. Looking out for me... You hold me in the palm of Your hand and You've promised not to leave me or let me go. You've promised only good things...only things that will prosper me. Trust. Faith. Trust. Even in the dark when I can't see my hand in front of my face, I know You hold my hand and my future. When my faith falters and doubts creep in, threatening to overcome me in shadow and apathy and anguish and hurt, hold me closer, I pray... Fight off my demons, Father. I cannot do this alone.

Light my path. Please. Stanch this flow of pain. Kill anything that hinders love. Rebuke bitterness. Send doubt and lies back to the pit of hell...

I hear Your voice, strong and gentle, calling me up... I stand, shakily. I lean against You for support. You offer Your hand. I take it, watching as You continue to fight in my stead. I hear Your voice again, steady and powerful--powerful enough to kill lies, to cause my pain to vanish.

"Daughter. You are mine..."

You've given me a new name. Your name. Weakness leaves my knees as fresh revelation falls on my heart. Strength floods my spirit. This inheritance, though completely undeserved, is precious beyond measure. You see my pain and frustration and meet me in my weakness.

I am Your's.

That title, and everything it implies, drenches my soul like water and floods my spirit with fire. It calls me up and out, shaking me free of the dust of the wilderness. It beckons me to go further up and further in...to draw closer to Your heart and catch the vision that is dearest to You-- for my heart to be one with Your's, wrapped up in undistracted love for You alone; for my eyes to be like dove's eyes, fixated on Your gaze; for my spirit to be utterly captivated by You...
My Beloved, my Bridegroom, my King, my Judge...

I am Your's.