The Righteous Kingdom

I have wandered this barren earth scavenging for the incorruptible love of a father’s embrace only to fall through a mirage. I have mistaken purity for counterfeit after deceptive, lying counterfeit. Men dredged in self-interest poised to steal the heart of this orphan daughter. Tears of desperation have flooded my sight as I have run through the wilderness of my life blinded by fright.

I am the daughter born into a failing marriage, inherited iniquity. I looked in the eyes of a father who meant well, but did wrong and died young. My mother married twice, the latter was a beast. My young heart washed in terror as this raging shell of a man pounded his demonic heals into the floor searching for his punching bag, verbal abuse rained.

As a young woman I desperately searched the faces of men passing by, silently asking, “If I gave you my heart would you cherish, protect and nurture it?” I would quickly wrap my legs around men who glistened with the possibility of watering me with the love I thirsted for. I had repeatedly forsaken myself to lay in regretful lust that I ignorantly mistook for love. Every conceivable attempt at redemption was lost and I wallowed with no father under which I could feel protected from harm, guided with righteous wisdom, or loved by.

One glorious night I felt the familiar rapping of a hand on the door of my heart. I stopped to listen to the heavenly sound. A gentle voice urged me to see who it was. I navigated the dilapidated room of my earthly curse and opened the door. My Father was standing there; I moved aside and gestured for Him to enter. As He passed by me everything I ever lost was restored, every iniquity I possessed was burnt like the idols of a foreign kingdom, my ability to see into the spirit world was rebuked and every part of me emptied. My Father wept with joy that His daughter had returned home. He washed me in the blood and clothed me in the finest linens.

I took my first breath, like a babe out of her mother’s womb. I was reborn. An orphan no more, I seek not the heart of man. I am free to be nurtured by my Father’s infallible love, to seek wisdom in my Father’s Word and feel cherished in His infinite embrace.

Carly Ann Seye © 2008