The King has called me.
He has given me life.
I'm wearing a white dress.
I feel breathtaking and beautiful.
I carry in my hands a white rose in full bloom.
My heart has been awakened, and I am fully alive.
I stand watching as people come and go, wondering when someone will notice me and think I am beautiful. It's been a while and no one has stopped yet. But I stand and I wait, and I keep watching.
I'm getting older.
"The wait is slow, and we've got so far to go. Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on. KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE, HOLD ON."
I close my eyes and smell the rose. It's fragrance is sweet and fresh. I open my eyes and my heart beats faster as I see others being chosen and taken home. Will someone choose me and take me home?
I stand taller when the Father's love fills me and gives me great hope. The hope in my heart makes me glowing and radiant. This hope rises daily and grows stronger.
I see others around me being chosen now. My dress is still pure white, my rose still smells sweet, and hope still fills my heart. The look in my eyes is one of peace and satisfaction but also of longing and yearning to be chosen.
I wait. I stand here and I wait. Then I stop watching what's going on around me, and I turn my eyes to my Father. Those who look to Him will never be ashamed. Once again His love washes over me and fills me with hope.
I stand here and I wait. I will not move from this place. I trust my Father.
And then I hear voices around me. They are watching me. They are talking. It seems as if they are trying to make a decision. They walk away. More come and do the same thing. Some together, some alone. But they all walk away. I watch for a long time as this keeps happening.
"Father, my heart!" I cry with longing. Is my rose going to wilt and die? What about my dress? What about all that's in my heart?
Yet once again I turn my eyes to Him. But this time I keep them there. My gaze will not move from here. I will not look at anything else but Him.
As my gaze is fixed on the King of Glory, I feel a hand taking my rose. As he smells its fragrance, he takes hold of my hand.
I have been chosen.
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