"I am Yours!"

Imagine coming face to face with Jesus. 

He looks you over with such deep, profound love, you are taken aback.

For, no one on Earth has ever looked at you in such a way. 

After a few moments of overwhelming joy and adoration, He poses one simple question. 

"Who are you?"

Confused, you began to fumble through every worldly accomplishment, and out of your mouth the words meekly pour forth...

"I am a wife."

"I am a mother."

"I am a teacher."

"I am a daughter."

"I am a writer."

"I am an athlete."

"I am a coach."

"I am a business woman."

"I am..."

As you finish your list-or so you think-you meekly look up, as your eyes meet His, filled to the brim with tears. 

"I must have made a mistake," you sheepishly realize. 

"My daughter, I fear you have missed the point. You have failed to lean into My Words. You have listened to the world more than you have clung to me. I see the shame in your face. I see the unworthiness in your eyes. I see the sadness in your heart. Have you forgotten who I say you are?"

Your eyes brighten, now also filled with tears.

Hope creeps in. 

Love abounds-deeply rooted, almost unshakable. 

"Let Me remind you," He gently replies...

"You are loved!" (John 3:16)

"You are chosen!" (1 Peter 2:9)

"You are forgiven!" (1 John 1:9)

"You are My child!" (Galatians 4:7)

"You are saved by grace!" (Ephesians 2:8)

"You are made in My image!" (Genesis 1:27)

"You are never alone!" (Deuteronomy 31:8)

"You are wonderfully made!" (Psalm 139: 13-14)

His Words wash over you like cool, crisp water on a hot, summer day. 

You feel refreshed and renewed. 

Suddenly, nothing you rattled off even matters anymore. 

Your heart is His once again. 

The world's grasp is loosened. 

Satan steps back. 

And you remember...

...who you really are.

One day...

...when our time on Earth ends...

...when the titles-like dust on a dirt road-are left behind...

...when our accomplishments vanish like the morning fog...

...and when before us, Heaven's pearly gates open to meet our Savior's endearing eyes, I pray that when He asks, "Who are you, My child?"-we can joyfully, boldly respond, 

I am Yours! 

Fully known. 

Fully loved. 

Saved by grace. 

Daughter to my King!

I am Yours!