When I was little, my older brother and I used to call one of our grandfathers Poppy. Poppy passed away before my 5th birthday. I've always wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't. Would we have been closer? Would I have less questions? I don't know what these flowers are in my header, but if they're not poppies, they remind me of them. Poppies have been a symbol of remembrance in my family. They mean a lot to me. It's as if Poppy is still here, watching over me while I strive to make him proud. I try to add them into my life even if it is in the smallest and, perhaps, insignificant ways. Esther 4:14 (HCSB), "If you keep silent at this time, liberation and deliverance will come to the Jewish people from another place, but you and your father’s house will be destroyed. Who knows, perhaps you have come to your royal position for such a time as this.” (emphasis mine)
Esther knew about Haman's plan. She knew that he wanted to kill off the Jews. What Haman didn't know, though, was that Esther was one. The problem was, though, that even if Esther wanted to do something, she would have to enter the King's presence without him asking - which was illegal and punishable by death. But after lots of fasting and prayer by her and other Jews, she entered his court. Long story short, she wound up eventually telling the King about Haman's plan and saved the Jewish people. Recently, since summer time, the phrase "for such a time as this" has come up numerous times in my every day life. And eventually God revealed to me that He is calling me to be a present day Esther. That's not daunting at all. . . Thankfully, He has not called me to be a Queen. As satisfying as that would make the little girl inside of me that never wants to grow up, I have other traits of hers to strive to become. Traits like being bold, strong, a woman of God, loving, powerful, obedient, and so on and so forth. But the best part about this a friend revealed to me: I don't have to be Esther; I actually can't be Esther. I get to be my version of her and whatever God decides to do with that, and my friends/family/etc get the opportunity to see that. Now please, don't give me royal treatment (not like you would anyways), because I'm not her nor was she me. Everything in life can be boiled down to "for such a time as this." We just have to take a step back and realize what's going on and be willing to listen. It's when we listen that we see. For This Time, Cambria
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