princess of the house of God

Sara: princess
Beth: house of God

That is my name. That is who I am. I am a princess of the house of God. I have been chosen by God to be His daughter. I was not passed over. Jesus has opened the way to the Father where before I could never have come. This is truth-that I am loved by God, my Abba, and He calls me "Beloved Daughter". It's hard to believe; I've lived for so long under the lie that I'm little more than a servant, worth nothing. To think that now I am a princess of the house of God....hard to imagine. It's always been the easiest way to relate to God for me though. I don't really understand the Holy Spirit yet, and intimacy with Jesus is hard for me to grasp (He's workin on it), but I've always been able to worship and love my Abba. He's been there for me when my own parents weren't. He's been there when I've felt abandoned and passed over. He's even been there when I've hid myself in the corner and buried my head in my own hurt. And He won't let me stay that way anymore. He's gonna get on my case and fight me till I can grieve and hurt and become healed and whole; until all of my walls are down and my heart is freed. I just needed some good friends to remind me, and though they probably won't read this...thanks guys!!

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

~John Donne, "Batter My Heart"

Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest,
My soul, this wholesome meditation,
How God the Spirit, by angels waited on
In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy breast.
The Father having begot a Son most blest,
And still begetting, (for he ne'er be gone)
Hath deigned to choose thee by adoption,
Co-heir t' his glory, and Sabbath' endless rest.
And as a robbed man, which by search doth find
His stol'n stuff sold, must lose or buy 't again:
The Son of glory came down, and was slain,
Us whom he'd made, and Satan stol'n, to unbind.
'Twas much that man was made like God before,
But, that God should be made like man, much more.

~John Donne "Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee?"