I’ve been sick for a good portion of the time we’ve been in Panama which has given me the time to start a new Netflix show! Woohoo! I started watching The Crown a few weeks ago. It’s the story of Queen Elizabeth and what her family went through on a daily basis. I’ve always been interested in the sides of life that I will ever get to experience; places where I’m “not allowed”. I know these realities exist, but I will probably never cross paths with them. Having the money and resources Morgan Freeman has is probably not in the cards for me. Playing a concert at MSG for thousands of people isn’t something I will ever do. But it’s interesting for me to think about what goes on behind the scenes of those realities. Morgan freeman is a human being. He pees and poops like the rest of us, so what goes on in his everyday life? What goes on behind a concert at Madison Square Garden? What was the performer feeling on the bus ride to the venue? While watching the history of the Royal family, I thought the same thing – I will never know what it feels like to be the heir to a royal monarchy.. but then the thought hit me that I will! and I am.
God is above all things. Kings and rulers are established by his hand. Christ is the son of God. The rightful heir. The prince that comes from the line of David whose rule lasts forever. He chose us before the foundations of the earth to be children of God. Literal co-heirs with Christ. When we die, we will sit with our brother and savior and worship our father, the one and only perfect King. We have been adopted into the most royal family! That’s amazing. I am a princess! This could seem silly, but when you really unpack it, you realized how you view your position before the Lord affects everything. If I truly believed that I am a princess – royalty – a daughter of the king – how would that change the way I act on a daily basis?
If I was born a princess here on earth, like the monarchs that still exist in England and Spain, I would act different than I act now. I would hold my head a little higher. Walk a little taller. I would never have to fight to prove myself worthy. But why do I not act that way now? I am royalty. I do have a father who is king. I am such a princess that I have an antagonist who prowls around trying to discourage me from stepping into that reality. He hates my position as co-heir. If Satan goes to such lengths to stop us from realizing who we are, who we are must be powerful – for ourselves and for others.
Jesus, the full embodiment of God, washed the disciples feet as the apostles argued over who was the greatest among themselves. THE KING AND CREATOR OF ALL THINGS got down on his hands and knees to teach his disciples: to be first you must be last. He wasn’t worried about appearing to be the strongest/smartest/prettiest in the room. He knew who he was. “I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet. So you also should wash one another’s feet. I have given you an example. You should do as I have done for you.” This month, I have tried to place myself in a mindset of princesshood. I have tried to take an abstract thought and make it my reality. I am a princess. This year, my father, the KING, sent me out on this mission to become more like him. My training will not be complete until I breathe my last. I don’t feel like a princess and I rarely act like one. I have mannerisms that would not slide in Buckingham Palace and, like Simon Peter, I often misunderstand what it means live in the upside-down kingdom of our father. To gain you must lose – to be exalted you must be humiliated. I misunderstand the responsibility of being a co-heir. But this year, and throughout this lifetime, I get a chance to try. I get the chance to go out and try to be like my father. In each situation asking myself how would my dad act?
