Monday Invitations | Come, my King

Come my King

Come, my Light, and illuminate my darkness. Come, my Life, and revive me from death. Come, my Physician, and heal my wounds. Come, Flame of Divine Love, and burn up the thorns of my sins, kindling my heart with the flame of thy love. Come, my King, sit upon the throne of my heart and reign there. For thou alone art my King and my Lord. Amen (St. Dimitrii of Rostov)


 

More often than not, we find God inviting us to come to Him.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 19:14)

The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price. (Revelation 22:17)

He invites us again and again. His invitation is always open. During communion, He invites us to His table to dine on the Bread of Life and drink from the cup of Living Watera cup that will never run dry!

And yet, in the prayer above, we hear a soul pleading. It asks the Lord to come to him and indwell in him. Have you earnestly sought the Lord recently asking him to dwell in you, either for the first time or to renew your covenant with Him? Have you asked Him to sit upon the throne of your heart and reign there? Have you invited Him to come to you? We all like to be invited – even God. He isn’t one to force Himself on us. Just as He invites us, we must invite Him.

Let this be our prayer.

Lord, on my knees with my head bowed I invite you to come and sit upon the throne of my heart and reign there. I invite you into the deepest, darkest parts of me. I do not want to be ashamed in your presence. Please come and take away my shame. I do not want to be afraid. Please come and take away all fear and doubt. I want to feel beautiful and whole in your presence. Please come and rid me of the lies that would cause me to believe I am too ugly or too broken for you. Please, Abba Father, come and love me just as I am. Maker of heaven and earth, Holy Creator who knit me in my mother’s womb, come and tell me that I am beautiful in your sight. Help me to believe that I am clean and made whole once again in Your name. Thank you for the blessed assurance of knowing You. Amen.

With love, 

jana

 

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