Vir jou Jedidja, wanneer die dag kom,
To My
Daughter - A letter from The King
My
darling, My daughter…
How are
you, My beautiful child? I have missed you, I’ve been wondering where you have
been. I feel as though I have spent so long watching you, being there for you,
just waiting for you to notice Me.
You
often feel that in a crowded room; you’re alone.. Don’t you notice me at the
back of the room, as you dance about in your world? I’m watching you from a
distance, from where you left Me when you pushed Me to the side, hid My word in
your backpack, closed the pages of your journal when someone asked what you
were writing; for fear of what others might think of Me, your Father.
I’m
still here, sometimes I see you looking for Me, at the end of the day - when
everyone else has gone home, and you’re laying in your bed, staring out the
window. When you go into the bathroom, wipe off your make-up, and remember who
you naturally are… I hear your heart looking for Me. I’m there My beautiful
girl; when you stare at your reflection, and you cringe at the way your nose
turns slightly out at the bottom, or the way your freckles aline perfectly
across your cheeks. When you purse your lips at the colour of your skin, the
shape of your hairline, and the way your lips don’t always rest perfectly
together. You never seem to like what you see, and I try to reach out to you,
and explain why I painted your face that way, why I intricately sketched your
lips to fall together the way they do - but you’re too busy for me, it seems
you always are these days… Splashing inks of red, creams, browns and blacks
across your face; hiding the masterpiece that I created you to be; sometimes I
worry you have forgotten who you truly are, My child.
I see
you each week, stepping through your routines, meeting your friends, and making
time to talk. I know you probably wish I wasn’t My dear, but I find Myself
falling jealous to the time you have for everyone but Me. I wonder; do you
remember last Sunday, when you promised we would have coffee together, when you
said you were sorry for all the times you left me waiting, sitting and hoping
you would arrive; I waited with my arms filled to overflowing. I prepared gifts
for you each time you said we would meet… I wrapped grace in a parcel,
perfectly and sweetly; for all the times you did Me wrong. I folded compassion
and love into a neat bundle, with a ribbon of acceptance around it, gently tied
with care and concern for you - for all the times you felt unwanted, unloved
and alone, the times you felt no one cared… I waited for you, but you did not
come; lately dear, you rarely come…
I fell
to My knees for you today, I begged for your company in some kind of way.
I fell to My knees and I called
out your name, hoping maybe, you’d
do the same.
But I
waited again, I sat waiting for you; in a crowded room, where no body knew;
that you had promised Me your time, for a short moment or two. I waited
patiently for you, because you are worthy of My time, I consider you much more
important than any other creation of Mine. It was then and there, I stood to my
feet, and found you somewhere new… From across the room, I noticed you… You had
forgotten about Me, My princess - but I hadn’t forgotten about you.
I’ve
played hide and seek with you; I promised I would find you, and surely I did.
When it came to your turn to come to Me, My dear, I waited for so long - only
to find, you lost interest in our time together. I’ve played tag with you; I
chased you, and chased you, and chased you again, I’ll never give up chasing
you… Not until the very end. But when you chased Me back; that’s what gave Me
great joy, to have you reach out your arms to Me; calling My name, telling Me
you want Me, you need Me… It was beautiful, but short lived. - I wonder where
you have gone My child; don’t you know I miss you?
I know
you love encouragement, inspiration and conferences with great speakers; you
love the hype of My word, and the gift of My life - but when it comes to the
crunch, and you’re the star of the show - I long to be front row and centre,
proudly cheering you on. But instead you buy me no ticket, and there I am;
waiting for you again, at the back of a crowded room.
My
daughter, do you remember when you told me you couldn’t go on? When tears
stained your cheeks, and you found it hard to breathe - you sat weeping from a
distance, but all of a sudden, you found support? That caring friends hand on
your shoulder; the text message from your sister, the facebook message you
received; it was not merely a coincidence, it was a small reminder of how
lovingly I care for you.
I miss
you My daughter, I miss the way you would take time for Me; and keep it
I miss the way you would proudly
tell your friends about My faithfulness, and believe it.
I miss you desiring Me, wanting
Me, and Hungering for Me; desperately and longingly, wanting more of Me. You
have forgotten Me, My Child…
My heart
is breaking for you; please come back to Me?
I’ll be waiting where you left Me,
at the back of the crowded room.
Lovingly
and longingly, prayerfully and passionately signed;
Your Father, Your Lord, Your
King, Your Best Friend, Your Comforter, Your Counsellor.
