A Royal Heritage

(my Valentine's Day post <3)

I meant to post this later, but thought it was fitting to post earlier as it deals with finding Jesus as our first love! So y’all get two posts this week! It is a “sequel” if you will to an earlier post I wrote called “Undying Love.”

I wrote it in a similar vein although you will notice this time the main character is named. I didn’t set out to have it this way, but for the purposes of this story (you’ll see what I mean) I had to pick a name.

Amara means grace (and I think it is a lovely name!) and I wanted to also pick a name which didn’t belong to anyone I knew. (If there are any Amara’s reading this, you have such a beautiful name! <3)

Behind the Story…

This second piece was inspired by two things - first of all a song “Flowers” by Samantha Ebert

The second thing which inspired this piece was a conversation I had with a dear friend (who knows exactly who she is <3) who helped me see God’s truth & His love when I was having a really tough time. She reminded me that I am (and you are, too!) God’s daughter and He sees all of His children as lovely and precious in His sight! <3

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Amara set down her sword, craning her neck as her eyes wandered up to the top of the mountain, shrouded in thick clouds. Sitting on the rocky ground of the valley, she spotted a small flower struggling up through the rocky soil and bravely unfurling its petals in the golden light of the late afternoon sun. Amara plucked it and twirled the stem absently around in her fingers, watching the delicate, white petals wave around. Tiny. Fragile. Yet still determined to survive in a place watching eyes would say was impossible.

Kind of like her.

Only now that she’d picked it, it would wither and die instead of flourishing. Amara felt a brief stab of regret for uprooting the flower then she wondered if it had been doomed to wither anyway, and if it even mattered in the end. With a sigh, Amara let the flower fall from her fingers and land on the ground as she stared out at her destination – the cloud-tipped mountains jutting in front of her and slicing the horizon in half. The King had told her that this was her journey, her path to tread, but now she wondered if she would ever make it.

They seemed so far away…so…so far…

And she was here in the valley, gazing up, up, up…and she felt so tired, so, so tired…and…Amara’s eyes fell shut.

Trust me, daughter.

Her eyes flew open as she automatically whipped her head around. No one. She was still alone, just as she had been for weeks since she started her quest. Amara’s forehead wrinkled. Then the voice came again. Was it…Him?

My Lord? Her heart whispered the words, too afraid to voice them aloud as if merely speaking them would cause the strange peace which had suddenly filled her to vanish.

Trust me, daughter. Keep your eyes closed. What do you see?

Amara saw exactly what she thought she would, sitting here with her eyes closed. Utter blackness which had swallowed everything else up. Nothing but…then it seemed to her as though a pair of curtains had been drawn aside, letting in a flood of light. She saw something else…

A young woman in a flowing dark blue dress trimmed with gold. Her wavy brown hair fell over her shoulders, and a thin gold circlet studded with diamonds like stars lay gently atop her head. The princess seemed to be looking for someone.

Amara stared at her harder…then though her eyes were still closed, she felt wet tears rolling down her cheeks and knew they were dropping like rain on the plucked flower lying fallen next to her.

The young princess was her – only different. Her face was full of a radiant joy which brimmed over in her smile and danced through her eyes. She stood tall and strong, walking with firm tread although she still seemed to be searching for someone, waiting for someone, perhaps? Then her face fairly glowed as she held out both her arms. A man approached, tall and regal, dressed as a king. His face was wise yet welcoming, and from the crinkles at the corners of His eyes, you knew laughter came as easily to Him as breathing might to anyone else. The princess ran towards Him, nearly tripping over the hem of her dress, and holding out her arms. He hugged her, and as He stepped back, His hands on the princess’ shoulders, Amara heard His voice again – that deep, rich, warm voice she knew so well.

My daughter, you made it. Did I not tell you this day would come?

The princess wiped her eyes and smiled up at Him. Then she began to curtsey, but He raised her and met her eyes.

No, my daughter, not this time.

Then he took the circlet off her head and replaced it with a crown. She could only stare at him, speechless, her eyes shining and her mouth quivering. He took her by the arm and pointed to a glittering white city which rose up in front of them.

Come, daughter, it is time for you to take your true place as heir and daughter of the King of Kings.

The vision flickered and wavered as they walked away, like an image in a pond after a stone is thrown in. Amara opened her eyes again, wondering. She picked up the flower and tucked it in her hair. Then she rose to her feet, belting on her sword again, a determined smile spreading across her face again. She was so close.

“Thank You, my Lord.” She said aloud and started up the mountain.

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Thank you for reading! I hope it blessed your heart in some measure and reminded you of God’s amazing plan for your future <3

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