In my own life as well as in my ministry to women, I have been struck again and again by how often our view of Jesus mirrors our experience with the people in our lives rather than who Jesus truly is and for who He longs for us to experience Him as.
I wrote Princess of the Most High King in October of 2006.
She was His princess from before the foundations of time (Ephesians 1:4). Yet as a little girl, words said and actions taken by others towards her quickly made her forget what He had written on her heart. Instead she received lies as her crown and loathing as her gown.
Yet the King persisted every morning as she would awake. He would gently brush the hair from out of her face and tenderly whisper, “Arise, My Love, My beauty, and come along with Me. Let Me hear your voice; let Me see your face, for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely” (Song of Songs 2:13-14). Sometimes she faintly heard Him speak while other times the loathing won and the words she heard were none.
Yet the King was mightier than the loathing and anything else that tried to destroy His princesses’ identities. One of His favorite ways of breaking through was by giving them roses. Sometimes He gave actual roses through family or friends. Other times the roses figuratively came through a worship song or Bible verse or the gentle touch of a stranger. And many a day, they came in the most unexpected ways. Ahhh, the one thing loathing hates is roses. For roses replace the lies with a princess’ crown if only for a short time.
Never satisfied until His princesses are completely free, the King persists. He brings them together with other believers who can love, and pray, and speak truth on those especially lie-filled days. Little by little, He frees His princesses from the lies they believe and little by little they see the loathing decrease. Most times the journey is long and many days the loathing clings so tenaciously that hope fades that it will ever be any other way.
In their anguish, His princesses often blindly choose the things that only make the loathing increase: speaking in hurtful, angry ways, hating the way they look and who they are, feeding their ego or stomach instead of their soul, using things that harm to make the hurt go away only for it to return with great ferocity and when it wears off they are once again left with their poor choices and the loathing that clings like a leach.
And even as she makes these choices that hurt and harm, the King with tear-filled eyes gently pulls His princess onto His lap and says, “My precious daughter, you are loved by Me. I am with you and I am mighty to save. I will take great delight in you, I will quiet you with My love, I will rejoice over you with singing” (Zephaniah 3:17, Isaiah 30:18).
As she cries, He holds her close to his chest and says, “My darling, take My hand and trust My heart. I long to be gracious to you; I rise to show you compassion. My precious princess, accept every gift I long to lavish on you and stop receiving the lies as your crown and the loathing as your gown. Our journey is not complete until you are completely free to dance in My light and love with ecstasy.
The battle is not yours but Mine. Take up your position, stand firm and see the deliverance I will bring (2 Chronicles 20:12-17). My lovely one, never settle for less than all that I have for you. I will bestow on you a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of loathing and despair (Isaiah 61:1-3).
My precious daughter, I promise in that day you will say, “Surely this is My King, I trusted in Him and He saved me” (Isaiah 25:9). Believe it even when you can’t see it. Embrace it even when your feelings scream it isn’t true.
My beautiful bride, adorned in the crown of My love and the gown of My grace, dance the freedom dance with Me. You are and always will be loved by Me, Your victorious Savior and King” (Isaiah 54:5, 62:5).
We are extravagantly loved by the King, may that be the reason we sing!
Excellent resources to help with combatting the lies we believe: