The heart. What if we all were told what was really under the surface of us? What if we really knew we were born with the heart of a hero? What if we believed every fairytale was written around the beauty we hold inside? This is a blog written to the heart. The heart of you and the heart of me.
Who are you? What life lies beneath you? Do you know?
For the rest of reading this do one thing…don’t think. Don’t justify, don’t reason, just take this in.
You are a song, a beautiful melody, written with the notes of heaven, with chords no one can utter but you, verses only the steps of your life can sing, and a place in a symphony only you can fill. You were made with the heart of a hero, and royalty runs in your veins…every beat of your heart screams life. And deep inside you is a call for so much more. More then you’ve seen, more then you’ve ever known, but somehow you’ve felt it. It lives within you, it’s tucked away into the depths of your heart. But when you look at you, you don’t see it anymore, all you can see is the outside of you. All you see are the scars your heart holds, the etches life has put on the tender surface of you. You are fragile. You are delicate. You are intricately made. And indefinably beautiful. Beneath what you see as broken, lies indescribable life.
You are the valiant warrior, you are the stunning queen, you are the princess on the battlefield fighting, the knight claiming ground for his kingdom. You are the marksman, the archer, the soldier. You are more beautiful then a sunset, more radiant then the sunrise. You are more valuable then diamonds, so much so every entity is battling for your heart. But what they don’t realize is you have already been taken. You are the princess too good to be had by anything less then most glorious. You are the prince too noble to be taken by anything less then most righteous.
You have been written into history, you have a destiny of dreams. You are branded with heavens eternal king. Sealed. Held. Called by name.
Every etch upon your heart is meant to be covered by his love, every scar by your past is meant to be healed. You weren’t made to be broken, wounded, and tarnished. You were made to be life, be in authority, be the royalty you are.
A song was written, a beauty undefinable was formed, a hero was created, clothed in flesh and with one breath your heart began to beat.
You have a song to live, you have a power to reign in, you have every ounce of royalty this world wants to know running through your veins. How much longer will you look at your heart and see scars? How much longer will you look at yourself and see someone broken, beat up, and worthless? How much longer will you look at your heart and not see EVERYTHING that was written in you?
This is your true heart, claim it.