I saw myself, sitting in front of the throne of my Father, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. I was sitting cross-legged, just listening for Him to speak to me.
Yes Father? I wait for what comes next, wondering what He’s about to say.
I realize He’s already said it. I was waiting for more and He’s telling me I am the more.
His voice shakes me with it’s weight, the truth of who I am to Him is resonating with something deep inside of me.
His voice fills the throne room and it trembles. I begin to notice what I hadn’t seen before. My body was protected by a suit of royal armor. A sword was on my side and a cape was on my back. A crown was on my head. I was changing into a warrior-prince in front of my own eyes. No…not changing. I have always been this, but now I see it and believe it.
The King’s voice roars like a lion. I am suddenly on my feet, something comes alive inside of me, roaring and screaming back.
This is how I live. Like the Son. This is how I love Him. Like the Son. This is how I change the world. Like the Son.
It’s never about what I do. It’s about who I AM.
