Background to Priceless Princess

The Handful of a child: Stubborn was one word that best described the person that I was. One-day Miss Nalunkuma, my primary three class teacher called me Kakuyege- termite and Mpalakitale- to date I know not what that means but the sound of it sends very negative signals. She locked me in the library as a punishment for the talkative person I was, and therein I revealed my other true self- destructive.  By the time she opened for me, so many books were off the shelves, I had turned my punishment into a moment of destructive discovery.

I was so quarrelsome that I used to make a research on new abusive words in preparation for any verbal engagement; my target was always to be the best.  With my articulacy, and tactical approach, you just know that I was ever on top of the game. Revengeful was another description that suited me as I purposed to avenge anyone be it young or old who treated me contrary to what I deserved. Consequently, I fought almost in every class in my primary while I endured caning every day because I was such a talkative learner who saw no need to read since I always passed exams.  Defiant was I that if one was stronger than me, I prided in the fact that my artillery was inexhaustible. If all was gone at least a spittle would be unleashed to the disgust of whoever stood in my way. You can also imagine that with my character not much love was released me. Then one day all had to change- I was thrown away from the home where I had been staying for the handful of a child that I was.

The Love Encounter I had been told about salvation but felt that I had not sinned enough to become one. I had to ‘enjoy life’ first then come to Christ. At least then I would have enough reasons.  But what I knew not was that someone was in pursuit of me.  Attracted to the singing I kept coming to Makerere Redeemed church for months.Then it came to pass on 12^th March 1982, I entered the gates of the home of the Redeemed Society, and there stood   a man. In all His greatness and majesty, He spoke the words that my battered soul had long waited to hear, ‘I love you’.  Was I dreaming?  No the reality is that it was true.  That warm embrace was a shocker.  How could the holy, perfect One love me the imperfect, undeserving, vengeful soul?  But what else could He have done given that He is Love?  I run with that warm embrace and I knew someone in addition to my mother loved me so deeply and yet inside me lingered the feeling of rejection which made me feel unwanted- memories of my relationship with my dad were negative and that overshadowed a lot in my life.  In my high school I hit rock bottom wishing to be an offered, seeking for a better explanation for my circumstance.

Sonship: My Dad’s coldness impacted so much on my life that part of me literally died until when God in His mercies gave me His Rhema word.  John 1:12: ‘all those who believed in Him to them He gave the power to become sons of God’.  You mean I have someone I can call Dad? From that day I started walking with my head high. I could join in conversations where people discussed father issues; I had Someone to present- my heavenly Father. My life was transformed, then in my first year at university my heavenly Father led me into a journey of forgiving and reconciling with my earthly father.  It was a painful journey to forgive him whom I did not think was deserving but obedience paid off.  By the time my dad left the world knew that I loved my dad and I knew that he loved me, what a double blessing!

Emotional Crippled-ness: Despite His love, my mother’s twenty -six years as a cripple left me an emotional wreck. She has gotten crippled when I was nine but I never got used to her circumstances and her pain.  She lost 4 of her children during those years of her sickness, another son imprisoned, while another wrongly convicted and sentenced to death. Thanks to Justice Kibita who reviewed the case and recommended presidential pardon and Mukisa in 1999 was released after thirteen years of imprisonment.  I carried all my mother’s pain becoming emotional crippled while her crippled-ness was physical.  In two thousand one I hit rock bottom telling God to get out of my business and let me handle them myself.  ‘I do not want your lordship though I still embrace your salvation’, I declared. But that was impossible. How could I have one without the other?  My life was ushered into another phase.

The marriage convenant: Storming out of church one Sunday morning in the mid 2001 in protest since all the praise did not make sense, I went to Sheraton gardens, which had become my meeting place with God. Laying on the bench, with many questions flooding my mind, another Rhema pronouncement – ‘Juliet, the relationship we entered into is a marriage covenant. It is for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health.  I am not Yours only when things are good, I am forever yours and you forever mine’. I gathered myself, as some people would say, went home. My journey had taken on a different dimension- it was a marriage convent so no jokes.

The Priceless Princess: The more I walk with the Lord, the more I feel His warm embrace. My whole journey brought to light one undisputed truth, that God loves me so much. ‘Mukama   A nfa’ – passionately and deeply in love with me is what I have witnessed.  If anything else more valuable than life was demanded of Him for my redemption, He would still give it. Yet the blood of the only Son of God is matchless.  I am this invaluable person He has brought into His Kingdom.  No better price tag can be placed on me.  I am a child of the King, highly valued and treasured.  If Christ is King and I am His sister, I am a princess though not a regular one.  The Price tag- Life of the only Son of God make me defines my value and worth. If I am not a Priceless Princess, then what am I?

The Priceless princess

A look into His eyes, it was all but love I saw. The beaconing of the lover saying, ‘come my beloved, battered, bruised and defiant are you, yet loved. Your affection will I buy, your allegiance will I secure. For you, no price too high to pay, no ransom unaffordable, that my priceless princess forever you may be’.

Let your other suitors set your  price, and your worth define; half of the kingdom a-a too low for your  worth. Silver and gold, yes,  all the treasures of this world put together, still invaluable you remain. Only me your value to determine, your worth only the blood of God’s son to define, my priceless princess.

My life for you I laid down , your worth to  define. Not the most honorable death, but for you all the way I went. The sting of the cross I bore, the shame thereof I despised, in humility the bride price  settled, my love to declare your love to win. That my bride you may be, my invaluable and priceless princess

Love stronger than the grip of the lion it was, yet so tender and gentle. Strange to me language it was yet undeniably irresistible. To His overwhelming love I surrendered, my defiant heart subdued. Love irresistible it was, love irresistible it is. His consuming love forever I will embrace my enduring love to offer. Our love, our covenant

Ours is a covenant, it is a marriage covenant, it is for better for worse for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health no retreat, no surrender, until in glory His princess He shall receive and forever my mouth will say, my Lord, My King

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