His

What does it mean to be His? Here's my answer.
*Part 1 of the Philippians series will be posted tonight. The following has been on my heart today, enjoy!*

I am a sinner, by my own admittance. I am as filthy rags to His judgement. I am mere dust on the floor of a cellar. I have fallen short, very short of the Lord's holy standard. I have belittled the call, not embraced it time and time again. It doesn't take much to see that I am in need of that amazing grace that we sing of on Sunday. I have broken the commandments, and yet I still yearned for His love. My deepest sorrow is remembering my failure before Him. I could be so much better, if only I was kinder. Perhaps more considerate, maybe then He'd feel me adequate enough to save. How about if I was prettier? Would He then find more delight in me? Surely the world sees me as less than attractive, I imagine in His eyes I am but a scoffer, bruised and beaten by the path. I have taken wrong turns, the evidence of these moments of weakness upon my disheveled appearance. Surely, He sees nothing good in me. He can't see anything. No, I won't let Him. I am doomed, and I can not measure up. I am not worthy to even touch His garment. I am but a sinner. He must see my sin stained life, must see the crimson where there should be white.
Oh, but Jesus. I plead His blood over my life! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. That precious blood!
I am saved by grace, purified by His wounds. I am washed clean, ransom paid. I am the apple of His eye. I am a princess in His Kingdom. I have been redeemed by my Lover. His love has set me free! In His eyes I am worth more than the most precious of stones. I am forgiven, every crimson stain washed white. Oh, hallelujah, white as snow. My greatest joy is seeing His delight upon my white rob, the garment a proof of the Salvation I gained when I took His yoke upon me.
I once yelled "No, Lord you must not see me, I am not worthy!" I ran, I tried to hid from Him. Now I stand before Him. Unashamed, for He has redeemed me.
He declares, "You, you are fearfully and wonderfully made!" And for the first time in my life, I believe it, I embrace His compliment upon the beauty in me. He sees no spot, nor wrinkle on me. He sees me, He delights in me. He loves me. He cares for me. He wants me. His banner over me is love.Yet, this love, it is not because of me. It could never be. Didn't you know? I am filthy apart from Him. Yet, He redeemed me. How be it so? Jesus.The Cross, the place where His Son. Only son, mind you, was left to die. The soldiers beat Him until He was unrecognizable, and the people scoffed at Him, for the were sure He couldn't save them. For if He could save them, He would save Himself first. His blood served as the ransom for all the worlds sin.Now, the empty tomb. It is my beloved's treasure. Death does not part us. Oh, He is alive in me. When He rose on the third day, He left with a promise to return unto me.
He is the prize of all eternity.His blood is what the Father sees when He looks upon me, not my own iniquity. It is only because of Jesus, that I am of the Father. I am seated in heavenly places.
Redeemed. Forgiven. Dearly loved. Clothed in righteousness.
I am His.