His Bride

God had a word for us in church today. It was to remind us who we were: His bride. It’s funny how I never even think about being His bride. His daughter, yes. His disciple, yes. But not his bride. He said he had adorned us with Jesus, with royal garments and we were seated with Him in heavenly places. My brain can’t seem to wrap around this but I think I’m just beginning to see.

This week I saw the movie “One Night with the King” about the book of Esther in the bible. There is a beautiful scene where she enters the King’s throne room not knowing if the King will accept her interruption or not. If not, the penalty was death. Hollywood played it differently than the biblical account but in the bible, she arrays herself in regal attire and hopes with all her heart that the King will extend to her his royal scepter, sparing her life and granting her an audience with him. He does accept her and you’ll have to read the rest of the book to find out what happens.

This is a wonderful analogy of our Lord sitting on His mercy seat extending that mercy to us, dressing us in His robes of righteousness and accepting us into His presence. We are to come boldly to the throne of grace, because of what He has done for us. He desires us to see ourselves as He sees us, a beautiful bride because of Who lives in us. If we can hold onto to this vision it will carry us through to the time in when we will be LITERALLY seated with Him in heaven. Hallelujah!