Hello my sweet friend.
I want you to know first that your opening this and beginning to read is nothing less than a special moment specifically ordained for you— catch that, for you. insert your name and it’s still true — by the creator of the universe.
Take a moment and let that sink in. The creator of the heavens and the earth, the mountains and the oceans, the stars and the trees and the flowers, He made this moment for you. He wants to meet you here. Let Him. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, create space in your heart for the King to come in.
That beating in your chest that you feel, that’s real.
I want you to know that you’re invited.
You’re invited to the table.
You’re invited to the family.
You’re invited to the wedding.
You’re invited to the kingdom.
You’re invited to be a part of something bigger than yourself. Something that is not at all about you and yet all about you at the same time.
You’re invited into the arms of a father who could’ve chosen anyone, yet chose you. You’re invited into the arms of a father who could’ve kept you from existing at all but chose you, knowing all the ways you wouldn’t measure up, to be a part of his story, a part of his family. You’re invited into the arms of a father that doesn’t need you but still wants you. A father who has the world in his hands, yet would leave it all to chase after you.
You. It’s you. It’s always been you.
Insert your name, His heart is set on you.
You have captivated his heart by your very existence.
A prince left the comfort and glory of his kingdom, even left his father, to be killed in the battle for your heart. Yours.
He went to battle for you, and he won.
He won your freedom, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
Because he loves you. He’s in love with you. Your heart, the depths of your soul, he’s wildly in love with you. You.
So yes, you’re invited.
You’re invited to the table— beautifully set for a dinner party in celebration of your return.
You’re invited into the royal family— to be adopted in as a son or daughter of the King.
You’re invited to the wedding— your wedding. He’s on His knee in a proposal to you, to join Him as His beloved bride forever.
You’re invited to the Kingdom— to come and enjoy and taste and see that the Lord is good and to reign with Him as royalty.
You’re invited to take His hand and let Him turn your world upside down. You’re invited to a life of abundance and joy and wild adventure and sweetness. You’re invited to be swept off your feet and romanced by the one who knows everything about you and loves you more than life.
You’re invited. And I hope you’ll accept the invitation.
All my love,
Alley
