“The Spirit itself bears witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs: heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ…” Romans 8:16-17
“Listen my beloved brethren. Has not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he has promised to them that love him?” James 2:5
Dirty. Tainted. Unwanted. Unloved. Unworthy. A street eurchin. A cast off. These words describe how I view myself at times.
I found Jesus when I was seventeen…or rather, He’d found me! Still, years later, I see myself as an orphan. I hear a voice that says I’m still in that ugly place, wandering the streets, homeless, fatherless, aimless, with no direction…with no one who cares for my soul.
Yes! I’m saved…but if I listen to that voice too long, demonic spirits hound me, and I find myself believing these things. Does that make them true? Quite the contrary!
I’ve been adopted into the family of God. He is my father now…the King of all Kings! So, that makes me a princess! I know this to be truth…so why do I continue to listen to another voice?
A few years back, on one particular day, I was in ‘the mully-grubs’, listening to that demonic voice. My son Joel, who was three years old at the time, for some strange reason, kept asking me the same question for four days in a row; “Are you a princess mom?” Too distracted to hear God’s voice, He had to speak through a child! On the fourth day, I finally realized the question was from God. It was rhetorical.
With tears of joy welling up in my eyes, I cupped my son’s face in my hands and said: “You know what son? I AM a princess!” With a surprised and puzzled look on his face, he asked, “Really? …Who’s your dad?” “God is my Father! The King of all Kings! I AM a princess!” I answered. It was like a new revelation!
Satan wants to take our joy; he wants to convince us that we are worthless. He wants us to forget WHO we belong to…forget that the joy of the Lord is our strength, for therein, lies the power to defeat him.
Like Cinderella, clothed in rags of filth, Jesus found me. He dried my tears, dressed me in robes of righteousness, and took me for his bride. He made me a princess!
I will be seated at the greatest feast, ever given…arriving on the wings of angels. I can Dance before His throne for all eternity; for there is no clock in Heaven that will strike 12 midnight, making all things return to rags. I won’t have to worry about losing my glass slipper, and waiting for my prince to find me…HE already has. I will sing undying praises to Him forever, for He rescued me from darkness!
DO YOU WANT YOUR JOY BACK?
Then, JUST REMEMBER WHO YOUR DADDY IS!
By: Anita Mondragon June 2011