My God is an awesome God. What does that mean, ‘awesome‘? It is a word that is commonplace in the vocabulary of so many English-speaking people.

awe·some /ˈɔsəm/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[aw-suhm] –adjective

1.	inspiring awe: an awesome sight.

2.	showing or characterized by awe.

3.	Slang. very impressive: That new white convertible is totally awesome.

So, that only really told us that God inspires awe. What is ‘awe’?

awe /ɔ/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[aw] –noun

1. an overwhelming feeling of wonder or admiration; “he stared over the edge with a feeling of awe” .

Yahweh strikes me with this wonder and admiration. I look to my hands, who can do so little; they form not universes nor can they form the simplest speck of earth. I am nothing but powerless in contrast to my Might Creator. That is all I am, a creation: a thing bound by the law and nature created for me. There is no creation mightier then it’s creator.

I am so pitiful and small in His sight yet He loves me. For all that I am, He loves me. In this short span of life I have done so many bad things, chosen so many bad paths and yet He helps me carry all the baggage. He rids my burdens and gives me but simple tasks instead. I want to glorify His name, to praise and bring reputation.

For His household I have been bought, a price of blood was paid and a burden of pain. Such works deserve nothing my blood, my life, in compensation yet I am so small. How could I ever be worth anything, much less sufferance and a death befit the lowliest of men?

Though all that I am, how much pain I have caused others and the evil I am responsible for, I have been washed clean. I am adorned with robes and jewelery; Grace and wisdom. I am a royal priestess, a beautiful temple, a princess in the house of the Lord.

My God is the Creator, with His Hands the Universe became and with His Word I was formed. Through deceit and idolatry I was no longer His, this world became my home and it’s lies I made my home.

From place to place, thing to thing, person to person I sent myself. A kind word and a nice look bought my loyalty; yet emptiness sent me on. Belonging. That thing which all humanity earns for, is what I wanted. Within my family I did not belong; I had no friends to call my own and this world - this world has no havens. No security. Days to years I went along. Belonging; it is all I want.

With a weak voice I cried out to the Lord, what have I done? Why do I deserve this loneliness; this pain. Must I die to find relief? He did not answer; He never answered but still I cried out to Him, God was the only well I had not drawn dry in my search. God was the only one who I saw change things for others.

Weaker and sadder I grew, broken and hollow I had one friend who did not regard me. He did not regard anything. He wanted to belong like me. I cried out again to the Lord, if You hate me, if I have done something to deserve this, what has my friend done? Can you not save him? Can you not help him? For hours I cried this, screamed this; until God listened did I not stop.

Peace and belonging.

Prayer is the only thing that saved me, it is the only reason I lived through my early teens. No matter what I did I returned to prayer. I saw my brother and sisters saved by the Lord, their homes restored, their troubles resolved. I knew God could help me and could save me but there was something I could not understand, that no one could explain to me. For hours I prayed for that friend and in one moment I began to pray the same thing over, the thing that finally allowed me to be saved, “Whatever it takes, God; if it takes me then show me what to say, what to do that I may help him see what You can do for Him.”

It is not because He needs us but because He wants us. He askes us to give up our lives, to take up our crosses, to seek Him daily, to strive to be Christ-like in every moment of our lives with the help of the Holy Spirit. He created us because He wanted us to exist and wanted us to know Him eternally. He does not need us but He wants us

By our choice we left His presence and took up another god, the king of this world, but no more shall I be under that rule. No more should any of us be because Y’shua died for our freedom, He bought the right to break our bounds and free us from slavery to idolatry, lust, lies, hatred, and death.

At His table He has prepared us a place, in the Heavens are names are written and all debts paid in blood. We are possessions ofthe Lord, we are the Body of Christ, the royal priests and priestesses, the saints. We are His and only to Him do we belong.