I know it's a heart/parent/guardian thing to determine a sort of "reminder" for Purity- mine is my very special promise ring from my parents; and a key necklace from my Marmee... Jesus truly has the key to my heart. I want to be so lost in Him... that I never want to leave... captivated by Him. And oh- I am so in love with Him already.
However, I thought it would be fun (for this week) to have a sort of "reminder." I searched on Etsy, and found this absolutely lovely 'Purity White' Necklace:
A pure heart is one to which all that is not of God is strange and jarring. ~TaulerLast night, I wrote this little poem/who-knows-what (it's not in any particular rythym)... or rather, Abba gave me thoughts that spilled over, and I had to scramble to find my writing materials. It is not based on experiences... but how my heart breaks for those who has gone through the first two paragraphs...
I pick up the pen, my own love story to write... five hundred words or less.I tried to dream up a beautiful life, but it became a mess.
First, I'm a princess, I wake up each daywith a song on my lips--a smile on my face.One day my prince comes,sweeps me off my feet;but alas! not true.
A soft breeze blows, as he waves goodbye with his hand- in it my last red rose.
Next, I was a fair young maiden;knights jousted for my hand.But a few hasty turns, the tears that fell burned, as I was outcast in shame.The one that I thought loved did not really love me,but too late from the character I flew.
Lastly, I wrote, I was a simple little girl, gazing at a rough wooden tree.Yes, there He was, the face I loved and knew, hanging there, gazing back at me.
Love in His eyes, peace in His face,a tear slid down my cheek.
Because, some way, somehow, I saw in my heart, my true First Love died for me.
"Never again!" I burst out"will I write my story of love!" For I have found out, through tears and from doubt,that the truest love comes from above.
So...I handed over the pen to my Father- He is the only One for sure.He gives me a smile, as He hugs me, His child. He says, "Before I had made you, and fashioned your heart, I planted a seed for Me.My own precious daughter, won't you give Me the pen, let Me write your love story, truly?
He mapped out a path, and i opened my eyes with wonder and asked,"How can I travel this journey? How can i complete the task?"
"Look at the story you wrote, my child, the one that you fantasized. Out of all the stories in your little book, which one in you heart did true love arise?"
"The last one," I answered, trustingly; there was kindness in His eyes."My daughter, that was Me," He said,as a catch rose in my throat.And I know now you realize, that true love begins with the Man on the cross, with compassion, and peace, in His eyes.
I looked at my Abba, so still, so calm, saw what He said, and believed.I handed Him the pen, no longer my own.And that day, we began-
I following, He leadingthe life He's planned for me.
I would like to close with this video/trailer:
Thank you everyone, so much, for participating in Purity Week. Many blessings <3
P.S. -This lovely lady is having a giveaway=)