Sometimes it's hard to feel "royal"....

I Peter 2:9

But you are a chosen people, a royal


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I decided to clean off one of Olivia's shelves while she was "quarantined" to her room.

As I went through piles of barrettes, crafts, chap sticks, and random little toys, I came across these supplies for making little princess crowns.

I held them up to ask Olivia if she wanted to save them, thinking that maybe they would bring a sparkle to her sick eyes after watching about 10 movies in a row,

but Olivia just looked at the supplies and nodded a weak "no" to the thought of even saving them for another day.

As I sat them aside, I couldn't help but think of how quickly little girls come to realize that it takes more than rubber bands, paper, and jewels to become a princess.

It made me sad to carry these craft supplies out of Olivia's room.

Another chapter in her little girl life was gone---the chapter of "becoming a princess" just by using her imagination.

She's now in the world of reality where only the "lucky" girls in the movies become royal and where being treated like a princess is something that often happens only to the main characters in fairy tales.

So, how do I help her little heart never forget that as a Christian she is forever a princess?

How do I teach her that no matter how tough this life gets, there will be a day when Jesus will break through the clouds on a white horse coming to sweep her off her little earthly feet unless he chooses to take her there early to be in His Glorious Kingdom?

I have to admit that even for me, it is often difficult to feel "royal."

Dishes, laundry, cleaning bathrooms, driving in a carpool, and all the other things that demand my time hardly qualify as things-to-do for a princess.

But if I believe God's Word, and I do, then I trust Him when He says I am part of a "royal priesthood."

The good news is, I don't have to pretend to be a princess, neither does Olivia, and neither do you!

I guess it's okay to pass along her jewels, paper, and rubber bands to someone not quite so "grown-up.".

She doesn't really need them anyway. She's a daughter of the King!


Amen sister, I am loved by the King and it makes my heart , want to sing:)

God bless you and your family

Blogger Amy said...

That has been such a hard leason for me to learn as a 40 year old woman. Luckily I have a great 16 yearold daughter that is teaching me.

Blogger Charlotte said...

Beautifully written!!! I feel the same way about my 16 year old. All of our daughters are daughters of the King!! The greatest King in the world.

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