2 Thessalonians 3:1 Finally, brethren, pray for us that the word of the Lord will spread rapidly and be honored/glorified, just as it did also with you

 

Honor.

Now I don’t really know what honor is.

Webster describes honor as holding something in high esteem with utmost respect.

Like the staff required for a King.

In Exodus 20 right before verse 13 he says to me, Honor your father and mother so that you may live long in the land I’ve given you.

I mean, isn’t that the least expected of me?

Momma, you carried me in your womb for 5, maybe 6 months before I forced myself out of you. I’m sorry, I can see the scars I’ve given you marked into your skin.

Papa, with the cry of me you realise there is a life on your hands I am dependant on you. From July 17 of 2001 you started working for us, not just for you.

I’m thankful for all that y’all sacrificed for me, I will honor you and never let disrespect be ridden into your name.

God in Psalm 139:13  you made my inner being, you knitted me together inside of  my mothers womb.

Like my father, you too had made sacrifices for my life and my well being.

But it was not a sacrifice of time and sweat, but of innocence and blood; you saved me.

Like an ignorant teenager, I fail to acknowledge what you’ve done for me.

The importance of the telling is evident to me, but yet I walk around acting as though I do not know whom I belong to.

The way I hold myself it reflects on you.

My body, is your temple I should be honouring you through it yet when it is colder than 60 degrees outside I find myself passing by you with nothing but a pair of ripped jeans or tights.

And you have always been a loving Father, this I realise so you do not judge me.

You do not click your tongue at me, but simply you still utter those kind words of reminder.

And I leave the house wishing I had grabbed a proper pair of jeans.

The whisper of you is still in the back of my mind, asking me.

What are you doing?

….

“Child, what are you doing?”

Knowing where I am falling to in the darkness of this world I find myself being pulled from the light of you.

I want to stay in the comfort of your warmth, but God.

My flesh is so weak, why did you not craft me a better body?

My spirit is living, but it wages war with the dead of my skin.

If I were to figuratively put this in a way.

Sin is like that boy from school you told me not to talk too.

And Father I want to listen to you, morally I really do.

But my flesh is disobedient, and I find myself doing things

That ultimately disappoint you.

I am sorry.

Yet you still love me.

You know the challenges and obstacles I face, you know I may continue to fall.

But you are always my light at the end of the tunnel.

You are always there holding the other end of the rope.

You save me. Today, tomorrow and forever.

You saved me when I was not worth saving.

So just as I endeavour to honor my own father, shall I not honor you?

Why haven’t you left me?

...Please, don’t leave me…

 

My child.

Remember, you are my temple and a reflection of me.

Like a Queen, be graceful.

I have made you to be so much.

And so much I have put in you.

Yes child, I will always love you.

I do not need to craft you a better body.

From clay I molded you.

Become strong in your walk with me

Your faith is wavering.

I can not breathe strength into your spirit

It is your decision to see my love for you.

And if you are fighting in a battle against sin child I AM fighting along side you.

The devil can not have you!

From the cross I TOOK back what once belonged to me

You belong to me

through blood this is a contract that can not be broken.

I wore thorns so that you could wear diamonds.

I shed blood just so that you wouldn’t.

I sacrificed myself so that you could keep the life I’ve given you.

Sin no longer will chain you down if you just cry out to me.

I will save you.

Today, tomorrow. Child I will save you.

So honor me.

Honor me with your body, and how you adorn your outer being.

Honor me with your mind, think wisely.

Honor me with your mouth, that should say praises and words sweet like honey.

Honor me.

You have been bought at a price; therefore Glorify me just as I said in 1 Corinthians 6 verse 20 right after 19.

Glorify me, with whom you are as an individual.

That is all I ask of you.

And through this walk I will be there, guiding you.

I will always shine in your darkness, yes.

I will never let go of the rope.

Your sin has been worth forgiving since Matthew 27:30

Perhaps since Genesis when instead of killing Adam and Eve all I did was pardon them.

Wipe your tears.

Stop crying, for I will always save you.

I love you.

So...honor me