A Chosen Daugter

Twirling. Dancing. Laughing in delight as she spins her flowing garment about her. A picture of beauty. A story of royalty. Her life speaks of majesty, splendor, heirship to a throne! But far greater than bloodlines ever withstood...her kinship is one of adoption! She was specifically chosen.
For you see she was born an enemy, a threat! Her life began outside the palace walls. Her identity was a foreigner, an outcast. She had no rights, no inheritance. She stood condemned to die. Yet, in one act of complete and unselfish sacrifice, she was redeemed. One Man stood out from all the rest...one Man reached down through heaven and earth to rescue her soul from her rightful death. In all His kindness and love, He tenderly placed his arms around her scornful heart and erased all that lay in ruins. He replaced it with goodness and grace. He invited her in to His royal family. He chose her to be His. Nothing in all the world could explain this act of love. Only a plan. A plan that outdated any book or story that had ever been written or told. A plan that withstood the beginning of time. A plan that spoke of forgiveness, of mercy, of grace and love. A plan that captured the lost, the forgotten, the despised and rejected. And turned them into children of a KING, princes and princesses.
So now, she boldly approaches her King. Unsummoned. Yet fully accepted. And as she kneels in the pressence of the Almighty, He raises her to her feet. He embraces her as a father would a young child. He whispers words of love and confidence over her. He sees her in all HIS glory. For it was His glory that accepted her in the first place. The GLory of the King reaches out and calls her daughter, she is His chosen!