But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for His possession, so that you may proclaim the praises of the One who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light. Once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. 1 Peter 2:9-10
I kept reading these words during Luke's message at church tonight, letting them just sink in and penetrate my heart. I've always loved this passage simply for the language, but tonight was different. Tonight it wasn't just an intellectual understanding of the verses, God went straight for my heart tonight. I am part of a chosen race (I have been chosen by God!), I am part of a royal priesthood (I have been set apart for service and sacrifice to the Lord), I am part of a holy nation, I am His possession; I belong to God the Almighty Father!! All so I can proclaim the praises of the One who called me out of darkness into His marvelous light!!
Marvelous: such as to cause wonder, admiration, or astonishment; surprising; extraordinary.
Oh, He is marvelous, isn't He? Nothing in the whole world causes wonder like my God. Just think of the last sunrise or sunset you saw. No two are exactly the same, yet each one is just as beautiful as the last. He is surprising and extraordinary! There is no one like our God in all the earth! He is good. He is all powerful and all knowing. And He loves me. He is jealous for me. He desires my heart, and He desires yours. He wants nothing less than your whole heart. He doesn't want you to just know about Him, He wants you to know Him intimately, as a husband knows his wife.
And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. Revelation 21:2
I am His bride. I am His chosen child, made in His image, formed in my mother's womb. He saw me and knew before I had substance, before the world was made. He knows everything about me and loves me anyway. In spite of my faults, in spite of how many times I've failed Him. He knows it all. And nothing I do could ever make Him love me less.
All glory and praise to Him!
I am His bride. I am His chosen child, made in His image, formed in my mother's womb. He saw me and knew before I had substance, before the world was made. He knows everything about me and loves me anyway. In spite of my faults, in spite of how many times I've failed Him. He knows it all. And nothing I do could ever make Him love me less.
All glory and praise to Him!
