It was just an ordinary dress or so I was told. But as it hung from the rack something spoke to me that this was my perfect match. Perhaps it was the ruffled skirt and dark maroon red. Yes how could one wear such an Exquisite gown and not feel like a goddess? Maybe it caught my eye because it just happened to be my size? And maybe because when I tried it on, it fit me like a glove and instantly I knew that I was in love.
I spun around in the dressing room feeling radiant and alive, but all too soon my hope began to die. It started as a whisper that pierced my aching heart telling me that I was just a fool, a silly girl that could never be beautiful. As I quickly changed out of the dress all I could do was cry, just wishing that I could erase the voices from my mind.
I don’t know what compeled me to give the dress a second chance maybe it was because I knew it was love at first glance? In case you’re wondering what I mean,let me explain so you can better understand. When I said I was in love, I don’t mean with the dress, but rather with the designer of this extraordinary gown who fashioned it to match my crown. After pushing aside all of those lies, I had to come face-to-face with myself. You see I wasn’t just an ordinary girl in a red dress but rather a princess ravished and adored by the King of Kings who bore my crown of thorns. He bled and hung naked on a tree, all so I could be clothed in this gown of royalty. He was spit upon and cursed, so that I could one day know my worth. I am ravished and adored and worthy of pursuit, and everytime I wear this little red dress I’m reminded of how He pursued me even unto death.
My only hope is that I can do the same, and keep pursueing Jesus until the day that he takes me away. And when that day comes when we meet face-to-face, I hope to cast at His feet the crown He gave to me.