Running from my kingdom I am out of breath...abandoning my throne I try to escape by foot. I am panting like a dog on a humid day. I try to pull some air into my lungs so I can continue what I do best...RUN. "But you are an heir to a throne, you are royalty." I often hear these whispers coming up from the pavement behind me. Someones footsteps are speaking to me, and no matter how fast I run I always hear the faint sound of someone chasing me. I am engaged to a guy that has actively pursued me for nearly nine years. The pursuit was seen sometimes by chase and sometimes through waiting. Reluctantly he watched as I ran as far and as fast as I possibly could, he let me go, hoping I'd still be the girl for him. 5,000 miles later he was right and his love ran faster than my resistance. We are not yet married, but I already see a rough sketch of a Christ like husband in him. I am reminded of Ephesians 5:25, "Husbands love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her." He reminds me to not give up my throne as a joint heir with Christ Jesus. I used to call him my muzac, like music, but for me it meant my very own personal muse named Zac. And in this case he was my muse that inspired me to write this poem during a very difficult winter day.
Born a Bride
In all my striving,
I am reminded that I am getting married
There's someone out there in this world that calls me his baby
He thinks about me for no particular reason,
and wonders what I'm doing when he's away from me
He ponders my thoughts, my ways,
and cares enough to ask...
"what are you thinking, and why are thinking the things you think?"
Which I know is a very dangerous question to ask a woman,
yet he still asks.
He reminds me that I've always been 'getting married',
I've always been a bride,
I've always been betrothed,
I've always been preparing for a wedding.
There's always been a groom, before I ever met him.
A groom who embodies every ounce of the word love
Whose own body became the atoms that made the substance called love
He is in and of himself, love
His flesh and bones spell the word love
For in His marrow was the creation of blood
that demonstrated to the whole Earth, what is love?
He calls me beloved,
and thinks about me so much that each individual grain of sand
on every beach, of every continent,
represents one thought about me
He longs for my worship night and day
and His smile lights up the sky when I utter just three words to Him,
"I love you"
He not only ponders my thoughts
but He knows my thoughts
before I even think them
When I pray, he begins to answer before I manage to say the first word
He cares so much that he challenges my thoughts
and reminds me to think on what is pure, what is lovely, what is good
He reminds me to think only what is true,
even when every circumstance tells me the opposite
and every experience whispers lies to me
"The truth", he says is "you are a bride,
and every bride becomes a queen.
So act like one."
"[..]and as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you."Isaiah 62:5


