Rare and Beautiful

This morning as I sat, expectant for a fresh gift of breath and peace, I paused. I then went on to pen some thoughts around that which had been given to me over the past few days. Lately I have been meditating much upon looking into the faces of my God as Father, and my Jesus as Lord. Many years of my life I looked at them but recently I’m being invited to look in. If you’re willing, ponder that thought for a moment. What is the difference between at and in? Where do you place yourself as you glance? How near are you or are you at a distance, slightly turned aside? What would it take for you to move closer, is there something being asked of you to let yourself look in? This invitation is a gift and it is ever offered to you and I.

Moving on in my time, I knew something was set-apart for today. Something fresh, something new was going to be given because I had a freeness in my heart and mind which was not of me. I was meant to notice the ease with which my heart was able to start this day, this ease was fresh and new because the past few days in particular, have been heavier, harder all when nothing has changed.

As I read there it came. Twice. That’s so odd, I haven’t thought upon this word in quite some time. My heart knew to behold the gift within this word. This word is near and dear to my heart, it’s beyond beautiful. This word tells the truth of my future hope for the One I love the most, the word coronation.

Coronation: the act or occasion of crowning. 

As a daughter of God Almighty and a princess of King Jesus, over the years I have let my minds-eye, my soul, live in the majestic and indescribable feast room with them. God as my God, Almighty and Most Holy, Him as my Perfectly Loving and Just Father. Jesus, His Son, my Savior, my King and my Friend. This feast room is bright, brimming with beauty, miraculously felt by each of my senses. Are you there with me? Do you see them? Can you feel the warmth of their love and laughter? Can you hear the sounds of unblemished life being lived and the music? Then there are the subtle and strong smells coupled with tastes, tastes divine. It’s heaven and it. is. perfect. 

I’m brought back to the word again, coronation… Coronation… CORONAtion.

Oh Jesus, Jesus. 

Tears fall. My heart swells. I see. 

Jesus, You indeed are crowned but the WORLD does not yet know You as crowned. We are here on earth, experiencing the prolonged pangs of this pandemic. We are not yet in heaven’s feast room with You. With His goodness He assures my heart... 

Beloved, My Coronation will come. These pangs while devastating in many ways, are also bringing forth the declaration of ME as the pursuer and purifier of hearts. The distress it is causing will continue to bring growth, allowing ME to be the hope within their hearts. The faith demonstrated by My saints, in and through the power of My Name and My Spirit will shine and illuminate the freedom of life lived in ME.

To this, I pen Hallelujah. His absolute light IS exploding absolute darkness. Always has, always will.

To this, I pen YES, with a powerful unutterable agreement, for Your Spirit within me says so.

To this, I pen MAY. IT. BE. SO! 

I understand Jesus, Your final coronation has not yet happened and still for those of us who have let ourselves be hid in You, may we remember and not forget, You are Crowned.

You Are Crowned…

King, we trust You to be found, as we ask for You and seek You.

Healer, we trust You to be the perfect salve for all of us asking this of You.

Provider, we trust You to fill in all manner of ways us who are willing to let You.

Comforter, we trust You to be felt by all of us asking for relief in You.

Teacher, we trust You to be the light which leads us forward in You and for You.

Friend, we trust You to be with us bringing exactly what is needed so loneliness is not ours.  

Savior, we trust You.

You are our One and Only. 

Your perfect love casts out all fear so as we live this day and await Your final coronation...

may Your Kingdom come, may Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.