unto Him first

He sees your thirst. But beautiful one, you are a bride to Him first. A thirst which longs for affection from man. Your heightened emotions of singleness at hand. Or every girl's dream, a wedding and a ring--a covenant unbroken. Unified unwaveringly. You marry who you love--that’s why He married you. The two become one in the courts of your temporary waiting room. Beautiful one, you are a bride to Him first. There are no prerequisites. You don’t need to feel it. When you don’t perceive it, He burns to escort you into a divine reality to believe it. His Spirit officiates. His Father approves. The beautiful Son, three in one--His personhood is THE GROOM. Beautiful one, you are a bride to Him first. It's His enthralling nature that will shepherd you down the aisle. Just one look at Him, your groom, and your heart has gone wild. See Him standing there. White as wool hair. Approaching the altar, you see the lover of your soul. The first look. He takes your hand as you vulnerably stand--dressed in white, so pure, so whole. You’ve never been more sure. Felt so secure. Never been more satisfied with a moment of allure. He's pulling back the lacey tulle veil--no longer will it cover your face. For it fell between the gaze of His eyes on yours--but AT LAST, you become embraced. Whole-heartedly locked in for the rest of your days. A layered “I do” is the only thing your lips declare with coinciding praise. It’s then that He whispers “I vow to thee, my precious bride, and man’s future bride-to-be.”

Beautiful one, He’s the Groom to you first.

Written by: Jenna Brogden