The Perspective of a King

I'm awkward.  I'm the girl that doesn't think before she speaks, and ends up putting her foot in her mouth.  The girl that makes obscure movie references, and then has to explain said reference.  The one  that is about to graduate college with a Little Mermaid blanket and Pillow Pets on her bed.  I have heard that awkwardness is a phase many people tend to grow out of after middle school.  I on the other hand, seem to be increasingly more awkward with each passing year.  My quirks have given me an acute awareness of self and a keen sense of humor.  Yet, the view I hold of myself cannot compare to the view that a King has of me.

Enthrall.  I love that word. It is such a deep, throaty word, I can't help but fall in love.  Enthrall.  Ahhh, if a boy told me he was in enthralled by me, I think I would ask him to marry me.  Just kidding, but my knees would definitely buckle after that sentence.  Here I am gushing over the possible fantasy of a man being enthralled, and I miss out on the beauty in Scripture, the king is enthralled by me(Ps. 45:11)!  How can a man compare to an eternal King?  I get so tunneled vision on wondering where on Earth this man that is going to make my heart flutter is, that I forget I already have it all in Christ.  Gosh, this sounds so similar to every romantic comedy.  I apologize for the cheesiness, I will try and contain it from now on.  Every word uttered by Jesus Christ is well thought out, and effortlessly articulated.  He never says anything that is untrue.  Yet, it seems easier to discount the adoration of a Savior than the infatuation of man.  

Everyone knows that the perfect and the imperfect do not go together.  When I focus on my imperfections and measure them to the perfection of Christ, of course they are not going to go fit.  It is like putting a puzzle together.  You have two pieces that you know are in the same section but need a third piece to complete the scene.  The interlocking puzzle piece between perfection and imperfection is grace.  The grace extended to me by the Cross, allows me to have a relationship with a perfect God.  Enables me to be seen beautiful and without blemish by a King(Sg. 4:7).  I can continue to see myself as what the world deems attractive and manipulate my body to fit such an outlandish definition or I can see myself as God deems attractive and embrace everything that I am because I am who He says I am.  I don't have to change, simply accept.  I may never have an Earthly husband, who knows the crazy plans the Lord has for me, and other than rendering my wedding board on Pinterest useless,  it should have no affect on my life because I have a Heavenly husband. My worth is not defined by the world but by the blood dripping down a man in a crown of thorns and in a definitive voice calling me His.  So why settle for the stable boy when I can have the King?  

Resistant Heart Met by a Persistent God

Gahhhh. I do not want to be writing this post.  Like seriously.  I have like a gajillon versions of what my first blog post was going to be about and this...was not it.  At all. I figured that I would possibly dance around this topic, maybe I would discuss at a later date, ya know once a rapport was established. But right out of the gate? No way. Gahhhh.  I don't want to, I'm all nervous, but here goes nothing.  Sooo, some people might say that my skewed body image, extreme means of restriction and purging of food is ...an eating disorder.  I don't. I would use any other term or synonym just not the actual term.  I hate this. I want to backspace everything and use one of the wonderful, fluffy versions that simply talk about how awesome God is and all the fantastic things He is doing in my life.  I want that.  That is brilliant, nice, safe and comfort.  Unfortunately, for me, the Lord has called me to be a little more real and authentic than I could ever imagine.  He has called me into real fellowship and real community, and those are met with real struggles.  Why does the Lord want me to talk about it now?  I wish I knew.  I feel like Tina Fey in Baby Mama, where she tells a guy on their first date that she wants to have kids.  Awkward information overload.

 At the start of college, I wanted to travel and ask young Christians what it meant to walk in an authentic relationship with Christ and fellow Christians. I wanted to get rid of the stigma of hypocrisy and show that we are not perfect but broken and hurting and in desperate need of a Savior.  However, I was completely unwilling to share my own real struggles. I wanted to say I was broken but still look perfect.  I refused to let anyone come close enough to see exactly where I fall short, it just wasn't going to happen.  The Lord in His sovereignty decided that I would become a part of  a Christian sorority, and attend an amazing Bible based church.  It was at these places, that I began realizing that Christians wanted to walk alongside one another and know his or her heart and where he or she was in relation to the Lord.  That stressed me out, there are only so many times you can say, "I'm fine." to girls you see every day before they realize that may not be true.

 One day, my best friend and I were hanging out and she was like, "You have an eating disorder."  I was taken a back, I know I vaguely mentioned past food struggles to her but for her to call me out like that, I did not take it well.  I told her to leave me alone and that I had everything under control.  It broke her heart, and I thought that if said to her I was trying to get better that she would actually leave me alone and then I could carry on with my behaviors.  I was wrong.  In fact, her and a couple other girls were walking alongside me and doing their best to hold me accountable.  This frustrated me and my flesh,  Why did they care? Why won't they leave me alone? I know it was a frustrating time for them as well, seeing me believe the lies of the enemy and walk in sin rather than believe in Truth and walk in the Light.  After Christmas break, it finally dawned on me that if I want the Lord to use me to advance His Kingdom in ways that He had already revealed to me, then I was going to have start walking with Him and not in sin. This is the moment, I realized why the Lord called me to UNT instead of travelling.  Authentic community.  If I had gone off to travel, even though I wanted authenticity in other, I would have been left alone and that could have been detrimental to my walk.  At UNT, I am surrounded by girls who truly know me and continue to push me towards Christ.  

The Lord in His kindness, is giving me the opportunity to live in Southampton, England for 11 months starting in September.  Leaving is far more daunting than I thought.  Talking about my eating disorder is terrifying and avoided at all costs.  The Lord isn't calling me to be comfortable or safe.  He is calling me to be reliant on Him.  Trusting that He is who He says He is, and He can do what He says He can do.  Sin is never pretty nor does it sustain.  When God says move, you move.  Even if that means saying way to much personal information on a first date.