DAUGHTER OF THE KING
Every week I start by praying for a topic to be given to me for the Sunday post. I love sharing my love of the Lord with all of you, but I am transparent in the fact that I am a struggling Christian just doing the best that I can. So, when this topic kept going through my mind, I took it as a sign that it was what I was supposed to talk about. The problem was that I didn’t know what to say. The phrase that I kept hearing over and over was, “you are a King’s daughter.” Stop for a minute and let that sink in. Not only are you a King’s daughter, but you are “THE” King’s daughter. You are the daughter of God, an offspring of divine proportions. Talk about a family tree; this is something that should make you stand tall with pride.
The other day, I was teasing Joe that I had gotten a friend request from a “prince” something. I told him that he needed to be watching his P’s and Q’s because I might have options. He gave them me the eye roll, and I told him that I didn’t even need a prince since I was already the daughter of a King!
A daughter is a cherished possession. A daughter is doted on, catered to, and can always have her Father’s ear. She is a member of the Royal family. Does this sound like you? Don’t worry; I didn’t think that it sounded like me either.
Psalm 45:13
13 The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
Okay, as a clothing junkie, I have to admit that the “clothing of wrought gold” is pretty appealing. But, even more appealing that clothing of gold, is the knowledge that I am a cherished member of His family. I know that His love for me is not contingent on my activities. I know that He does not expect me to be perfect, He knows that I am flawed and He loves me anyway. I do not need to impress Him, but I want to please Him. He is my Father! He is my Savior! He is my Lord!
Isaiah 43:1
43 But now, O Jacob, listen to the Lord who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine.
I hope that this message has given you something to think about. Feel free to add Princess to your title the next time that you send a friend request.
Have A Blessed Day!
I love all your blogs but Sundays always speak to me….I love knowing that our Father not only knows our hearts, but every hair on our heads, how amazingly awesome is that???
Tania, I just stumbled across you blog and I convinced that God had a hand in it. Thank you so much for this post; it was exactly what I needed. You are precious by the way and I love it when someone tells me how to put my outfits together. I am 50 as well but I want to still be CUTE, by gum, because 50 is NOT old!
Robin, welcome to the blog!!! Thank you so much for the comment, things like this is what keeps me going on days that aren’t going well and you start to wonder if what you are doing even matters to anyone.
I know I’m late in responding & you might not see this, (because I have my 3 grandkids w/me this week), but that is something I am always telling people who are down, who feel less than good enough, and who have gone thru hardships! I too, can never quite do everything I know He asks of me & fail Him daily, but my greatest blessing is KNOWING that He loves me everyday and died for me! We are children of the the Most High King! Thank you for this wonderful post, as always, Tania!
At our Catholic Church near Richmond I heard our deacon say “body, blood, soul and divinity” this morning when referring to the Eucharist … hmmm, gives me much to think about this week. Thank you Deacon Andy … I sometimes forget that I share in Christ’s divinity. ?
Your Sunday posts really speak to me, especially with the way you relate them to your own life. I didn’t always read them, but now I enjoy them so much that I have to go back and read the earlier ones I missed.
That makes me so happy, Angie. I never want anyone to think that I am a preacher. I am just someone struggling to do the best that I can and I want to encourage others to do the same.