Word for the Bride - 4/24/26

Word for the Bride –

from Doug Perry 4/24/26

Oh, Dear Heart! How my heart breaks for you! You are reaping the consequences of so many wrong decisions. So many ways that you refused to listen and turned from my gentle instruction and example. You are always in such a hurry, so driven to “succeed” and be “productive.” But it’s all in vain if it’s not what I want you doing! The enemy has so twisted you up, convincing you that your ways are best.

You have drifted farther and farther from what you used to be. When I first found you you were innocent and clean. I put my robe around you and covenanted with you. Who influenced you? What happened that you forgot all about me and looked to the world? Why do you need THEIR approval? Why do you look just like them?

Is it true? The rumors that I’ve heard? Are you stealing money? Are you full of waste and fraud? Are you accumulating for yourself? Making piles of useless trash all over the place? Are you still using my name to convince them to give to you – so that you can just throw it away? Are lives really being changed? Are hearts being turned to me? Are YOU walking in holiness?

Oh, Dear Heart! You were so beautiful! People used to say you were a Super Model. What are you now? Disfigured? Common? White trash? A thief? A whore? A con artist? A drug addict? What words apply best? Are you even able to admit to any of them? How can you not see how far you’ve fallen? How much worse will it get before you cry out to me?

I would come and rescue you. Anywhere, any time, whatever it took. I would fix it all, pay off your debts, make it all right, clean you off, love you despite it all, never mention any of it again. But you won’t break. You won’t come back to me. What hope is there? The path you’re on is death. Eternal death for you and millions of others.

Oh, Dear Heart! Please see. Oh, Father! Please show her what she’s done. No matter how much it hurts, show her through Your eyes. Let the tears flow. Let the wailing start. It has to be so clear and so deep that it will keep her permanently broken and contrite. I know You can do it, Father. Please help her to see what she’s done. Please pour out repentance on her so that I can rescue her!

I stand here, watching and weeping, knowing it’s necessary, but unable to intervene. Until the Father says it’s enough, until she sees her need and repents, there’s nothing I can do. I used to stand at the door and knock. But she can’t hear anything anymore, she’s so busy listening to snake and world. So I don’t even knock anymore. I just stand here. Weeping.
If she would just open the door, I would RUSH in and sweep her up and make everything better. I would show her the joy of walking in her calling. That she was chosen to be alongside ME and to minister to ME, to be my head cheerleader, to lead the choir, to wash my feet, to get an equal share of all that’s coming to me for my suffering – and all she has to do is love me more then she loves herself.

Oh, Dear Heart! After everything I’ve said and done, after everything I’ve given you, how is your heart so hard? It can only be a delusion from the Father for making idols of all the wrong things – including yourself. Please Father, please have mercy. Please relent – but only when it’s enough. Only when it’s going to stick. I can’t keep doing this, Father. I need an equally yoked Bride that won’t listen to the snake every again! Do what you must, Father. I’ll take her back no matter how bruised and beaten. Oh, Father! This is so hard to watch! Why won’t she listen and come out of the world?