I woke up at the end of an incredibly vivid and kind of gruesome dream. I can't remember if I was the princess or if I was watching the princess. But there she was--a princess, on a journey with some people. She entered a large stone room where a beautiful and terrifying looking woman was waiting. The woman promised the princess that she would make her a princess if the princess would just follow her. Confusing? The princess agreed, trading her royalty to follow the woman. Her companions urged her not to--telling her it was foolish--she was already royalty so why would she trade it in order to gain it? It did not make sense. Too late the princess came to her senses and I awoke as she tried to kill the woman by beheading her.
A couple days later I was at my friends sheep farm. We were helping feed a newborn lamb that had been rejected by the mother. I asked how long they would bottle feed the lamb. She told me the following: with over 300 lambs being born, there is bound to be a couple stillborns. When that happens, they skin the dead lamb and place the skin on the orphaned lamb. The mother of the dead lamb then takes the orphan as her own.
Bill Johnson and Bethel Church talk all the time about trying to earn something we already have for free. We are already royalty. We are already adopted. We've already gained access, adoption as sons and daughters to the King of Kings. Jesus is the dead lamb, skinned so that we can wear His skin and be adopted into the His family. We are the princess. We don't need to do anything more than receive our inheritance, our right as sons and daughters. But we keep making agreements with the lies of the enemy, living in fear, shame, self hate, believing we have to do more to earn our identity. We try to perform to be loved.
Ultimately it starts inside ourselves. Just like my dream I think that most people around us are not asking us to perform better--we are asking that of ourself because we don't believe we are enough. We want to earn the right to be sons and daughters rather than receiving the skin of the lamb. In my dream the princess couldn't fully kill the woman--she could only partially behead her but she was still alive. On Good Friday, Jesus did it for her. He ended it. Easter is the day we can put on His Skin. He has returned us to the status of the Garden of Eden, and restored our ability to walk with God in the cool of the day. Praise Jesus. Because I'm tired of trying and I'm ready to receive.