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Imagine this: 

A man. A man standing with his wooden table in place thats been used for selling for many years. He’s on one side of his table, his merchandise behind him. A buyer stands on the opposite side. He seems specific about his purchases. The men are arguing excessively. Whatever price the seller is asking seems to be extremely high. But the buyer is willing to pay as much as possible for his future possession. Finally the arguing stops and the money exchange is complete. The seller gives the buyer the the littler girl he has just argued an unsurpassable amount for. The buyer couldn’t be happier. But the littler girl is terrified. She looks back at the seller, for he is what she knows, with a sad face and grabs the hand of the man. They walk hand and hand down the road and the little girls keeps looking back. She seems excited for what is ahead, but has no idea about what she is encountering. 
When the Man takes her to his home, He wants to change her out of her rags. The little girl refuses. Her rags are hers. They are familiar. They are comfortable. They are what she knows. She puts up a fight, refusing to take her dirty clothes off. Finally she gives in and see the beautiful dress the Man has given her. 
 
I asked the Lord at the beginning of the race to show me what a daughter looks like. 

I received this vision last week while my leader, Alyssa, was saying the phrase “He bought us” in passing. I was thrown so far off track from what she was speaking about and could not stop watching this story play out in my head. I could only see myself as the little girl, waiting eagerly, but somewhat afraid, to be an adopted daughter, and for the redemption of my body (Romans 8:23). Present sufferings are not worth comparing to the glory to be revealed in us. Creation waits eagerly for sons and daughters to be revealed. The little girl did not understand the greatness her Father had for her waiting, only because she was so comfortable and used to her rags. She was blind, had no idea what lay on the other side, but took his hand anyway. Because for some reason she understood the price and the fight he put up for her. I longed to be clothed with heavenly clothes, dresses, for I fear being naked in front of the Lord. And as I look down in the past few weeks, I am not longer wear my rags, but that new gorgeous dress he has given me. 

This next month in Thailand I am striving for looking more like a daughter of God, accepting blind, childlike faith, and letting Him wrap me up in his arms. I can not wait to see what my Father has in store, I can’t wait to be in love with Him!