"But even the dogs under the table eat the children's crumbs" - Mark 7:28
Hungry for anything ... just a crumb will suffice.
Feeling unworthy. Afraid. The eyes of others scrutinize in her mind.
Dressed in tattered rags next to princely fabrics of extravagant gifts and talents.
She cannot compare.
No longer wanting to sit at His table. She just wants her King.
Broken and humbled, she slips under.
A dog, desiring simple crumbs.
The majestic wood hides her from their eyes searching mine.
The King whispers to her heart and joy trickles in her soul.
Crawling past fancy shoes and well worn feet fitted with the gospel of peace.
I reach feet adorned with scars of nail.
Kissing, washing with grateful tears.
All of my affections placed in a bottle,
to break at His feet.
Under the table, clutching just His feet.
Eyes closed tight, the unimaginable happens.
My King slips from His royal chair.
Leaving His rightful place of honor,
He crawls under the table.
Just to be with me.
For days I linger in this place.
Wrapped in His love, and in my unworthy state of heart
Prayers, tears, pain exposed, freedom released.
He beckons me to come out.
Glancing down my tattered rags replaced
Royal garments spun in blood red forgiveness
A place at the wedding feast, set for me, His princess.
Escorted, I am free to take my place
To reign in His kingdom with my King.
A journey of letting go of the past, the dog like feelings lurking in our hearts, learning to reign as children of the king. An astounding hold your breath in anticipation journey. Do you ever think can it get any better? I cannot possibly be the only one completely in awe of where I have come from and the path that awaits my every step. Delight, giddiness, reality of the kingdom seeping into me. A journey.