Hadley, my two-year-old granddaughter, recently spent a week with me. And yes, I pampered her as all Grandmothers do their grandchildren.
Like most women, Hadley enjoys a bubble bath at the end of a day and I was happy to oblige her. One night, along with the rest of her bath toys she likes to surround herself with, I tossed a crown into the tub that had been used for decorations on a birthday cake. As she soaked in the bubbles, the crown floated past her. She grabbed the crown, placed it on her head and said:
“I’m a Queen.”
Oh, the imagination of a child. How quickly Hadley had made the transition from being a little girl surrounded by bubbles and toys to wearing the title of Queen!
Just for fun, let’s play an imaginary game.
Suppose you were standing outside the palace gates of a King. As you stood there at the gates, your Spiritual Attire looked something like this:
- you were clothed in filthy rags of self-pity, anger, resentment, revenge
- you always tried to borrow love from others that you desperately needed
- you rummaged through garbage bins looking for your identity
- the life of a pauper was your lifestyle
As you stood outside the palace gates in your filthy drab, you heard the King beckoning someone to come to him and be his bride. You look around to see who he is calling, but there is no one else standing at the gate at this time. And then you hear him issue the call again.
You look up to the window where he stands, your eyes meet his gaze, and say: “You can’t mean me; I’m just a pauper. I’m not good enough for you. And my appearance, well, I am not the prettiest woman in the world. I wouldn’t be a very good helpmate either, because I am just so dumb. One of my teachers in school told me I would never amount to anything, and she was right, I didn’t; I’m just a failure. No, I can’t marry you; I’m just too unworthy to be your bride. But, thanks for asking anyway.”
Without another word spoken from the King, he stretched forth his hand beckoning you to come into his arms. This time, you caught a look of love on his face that you had never seen on another. It penetrated into the depths of your heart and you at last realized that, “Yes, he wanted you!”
You accepted his proposal, you were quickly ushered into the palace to be with him, and he placed a crown on your head. Instantly, your life took on a new identity.
You are now with someone who:
- sees you as His gift that He delights in (Ephesians 1:11) (Isaiah 62:4)
- takes pleasure in you (Psalm 149:4)
- rejoices over you with gladness and singing (Zephaniah 3:17)
- you captivate His heart (Song of Solomon 4:9)
- you have favor in His sight (Psalm 84:11) (Exodus 33:12) (Psalm 4:3) (Psalm 5:12)
- He honors you by making you royalty (Revelation 1:6)
Oh, my dear friends, this is no fairy tale, it is for real. It is a story about YOU and ME, and how quickly we transitioned from our pauper state into a position of royalty when we accepted Jesus Christ as Savior. Oh, yes, we became the bride of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Enough said!
Now, if you will excuse me, I think I will just go fill my bath tub with bubble bath, light a candle, turn on the Praise and Worship music, and hop into the tub with my crown on. Just like Hadley said:
“I’m a Queen!”
Let us pray: Father God, I thank you for rescuing us out of our pauper state through the shed blood of your son, Jesus, into a place of royalty. I am overwhelmed when I read in your Word how much you delight in me, how much you favor me, and honor me as your queen. May we all wear the crown and title in a way that will bring honor to your name by fulfilling the purpose for which you created us to be.
In Jesus name, I pray. Amen.