Everyone struggles with confidence or self-image problems, I have for many years. But I have a testimony that I’ve carried around with me for 30 years and every time I tell someone it makes me cry. I feel the Love of Jesus afresh in my heart every single time I share my testimony.
When I was sixteen, I was a strong warrior for Christ, I went to every prayer meeting, bible study, conference, anything that my mother and I could receive or give back our love of Christ. It was a normal event to see people at our house reading the bible or praising and praying. I was a teen and still wanted to be doing other things.; listening to Phil Collins blaring through my headphones, doodling, pretty much a little free time to myself.
It was at a prayer meeting at our house, sitting at my kitchen table and I received a vision, I saw Jesus at our back door, knocking and waiting, wanting to come in.
At the time we had an old milk churn outside of the door, I still remember Him sitting on the milk churn while He waited. In this vision I saw other people knocking and I let them in right away and left Jesus sitting there repeatedly. He knocked and waited patiently but I never saw a look of impatience or agitation on His face. Just love, a hopeful look of love that said, am I next?
Finally, I let Him in, and as one who struggles with overwhelming guilt, I felt guilty for leaving Him out there, He simply came over, touched my shoulder and said, lovingly and quietly, My child, I love you, don’t you know you’re my precious flower.
Those words healed me to my very soul. I was a chubby kid and bullied at school so I struggled with confidence and self-image problems, when the Lord God told me, this little chubby girl that had been letting everyone else into my heart but made Him wait, that I was HIS precious flower, it amazed me. Till this day I don’t recall the rest of what happened next but those words have never left me and every time I share that story it touches the hardest of hearts and makes even staunch atheists cry.
Even now, at the age of 45, I repeat His words to myself any time I forget my worth. For HE loves me and I am his PRECIOUS FLOWER.
The Lord God is a loving, patient and caring God. He maketh His light to shine on me in my self-imposed times of darkness of dispair. Don’t make Him wait outside your door like I did, He only has words of caring and love to share with you. Let him into your heart and reap the rewards and blessings that He wants to shower upon you. Your heart will be healed and you shall be strengthened.
