The Happy Bride...
What a bridegroom He is. What
a lover He is. What a God!
This is the greatest love
story ever told… the ultimate proposal story… the highest/greatest bride price
ever paid… the cross… the blood that was shed!!! The shed blood is of much more
value than diamonds and gold.
God proved His love once and
for all by giving us Jesus to die for us, to redeem us from our sins, and not
to condemn us in our wrong. Through the cross (His death, burial and
resurrection) He paid the highest price to make us His spotless bride. His
blood ran red and made us white as snow. Made us the righteous ones in Him…
gave us a title deed “the blessed ones”. In this price that was paid, in my
acceptance of His proposal, I become one with Him… coming with nothing but
filth, and He came with EVERYTHING, and covering my nothing with his
everything. His perfection swallowed my imperfection. I now carry His name as
His bride; I drop my old name and all that comes with it… I am a new creation
in Christ… Glory!
"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. John 3:16-17(MSG)
The cross answers all questions.
Clears all doubt about His love. Some brides have a tiny bit and sometimes even
an enormous pile of doubt as they exchange vows… but by the cross, that
sacrifice, He silenced my doubt… how can I ever doubt He loves me? He silenced
the voice of my debtors… He paid an over price, He gave me His name… the voice
of sin and shame has no hold over me. They have no right to hold me down in
bondage. I am no longer a slave to their whims.
As His bride, I am well taken
care of… blood has been shed, the price has been paid… all things are mine and
working for my good.
Because the price has been
paid, I resist anything contrary to what this perfect sacrifice has done. What
a price he paid. He made an open show of the devil. He made a place for me in
him at the Fathers right hand, where I sit and make my enemies my footstool;
everything that is made to cause me pain has been made a footstool, placed
under my foot. I have the power to overcome every day that turns dark, to rise
above every storm that tries to destroy my sail, and cause my walk on water to
turn into a struggle to keep from drowning, every fire that lies to me and
threatens my assurance that I am the beloved of God and I have the victory. The
game of life has been fixed for the precious bride, for me… I am more than a
conqueror in Christ… I always win.
Spoiler alert… my bridegroom
is the master of the universe, and He has changed the game… so no matter how it
goes, even if I receive a punch or two, even if I fall down a couple of times…
I always win. That’s what keeps me going because given up is not taken
advantage of all that I have.
The signet ring of the Holy
Spirit He’s given me has given me power and boldness to step out as His bride.
His name has opened the doors for me to places I was shut out of before.
My bridegroom rejoices over
me with singing (Zephaniah 3:17)…
Knowing such a love and being
constantly reminded by the signet ring of His Spirit and name, that sacrifice
on the cross helps me to resist discouragement, fear, depression, self-condemnation,
weariness, shame, lack… Oh they come my way, sometimes close enough to throw
some slaps at me, but I always rise above the moments and conquer them, put
them where they belong, under my feet.
The Cross equals love… and
I’m proud to be called His bride, to bear His name, to bask in His love and 'slay' in the robes of His righteousness.
I
will sing for joy in God, explode in praise from deep in my soul! He dressed me
up in a suit of salvation, he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness, As a
bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo and a bride a jeweled tiara. Isaiah 61:10(MSG)
(I love it how my Easter outfit by StylebyCecil Inspired this post...)
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