Over the past couple of months, I've come to understand more fully the importance of remembering who you are. As Christians, who exactly are we? The Bible tells us 4 But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law,
5 to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons.
6 Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, "Abba, Father."
7 So you are no longer a slave, but a son; and since you are a son, God has made you also an heir. Galatians 4:4-7 When we repent and receive God's gift of salvation, our status changes. We are no longer an orphan. We are "adopted" by God. Not only are we adopted but we are given full rights as sons (and daughters) of God. We are heirs to all that God has. I get chills just trying to fathom what that means. I was once fatherless, out on the street, fending for myself and without any protection. I was easy prey for the enemy. I was a nobody. If you don't believe me, look around carefully and you will notice that everyone strives for attention. Oh, there's those who are shy and get embarrassed if you look at them but that doesn't mean they don't want to be noticed in some other way. If you're noticed it implies that you have some importance. Everyone wants to have a sense of belonging. We're wired that way and that's just the way it is.
God always noticed us but that usually made us uncomfortable because he is...well...he's God and we're...well...when we look at God we see ourselves as we really are and frankly that's not always a pleasant picture So, we'd go about our business pretending God was there and desperately hoping he'd stop looking at us. We really were a mess and like Adam and Eve, we'd prefer to go hide from him!
Then, one day we actually quit hiding and threw ourselves at his feet. We expect his wrath and instead we receive his love
He's not satisfied with just cleaning us up. Instead, he opens his arms wide and embraces us as his own dear children. He insists that we sit at his table. He gives us new robes which are fit for a king's child. He gives us a new name. We are recognized as his child and become an heir to all that he possesses. We are no longer fatherless. We have a father. We are no longer homeless or unprotected. We walk under his authority and have all of the rights and privileges that go along with being a child of the king. This is unbelievable but it is true!
Here's the problem. Far too often, we forget who we are. The enemy knows that if we forget who we are, he can get a foothold in our lives. He'll attack our mind and body through things like health, finances, family problems, loneliness, feelings of low self-worth, etc. He also knows that if he can get us to forget who we are, it will be easier to get us to behave in ways that do not please God.
When I remember that I am a "Princess of God" I come before the throne of God with confidence. I love to spend time with my father. I control my temper. Little things don't bother me. I meet each day with anticipation. It is easy to rejoice in the Lord. I lift people up rather than run them down. I have more compassion. I show more love. When I remember I'm a Princess of God, I act like a Princess of God. When I don't remember I'm a Princess of God, it is easier to behave like I'm someone living in the mud amongst the pigs.
I'm going to soon be going down a road where I know that physically I won't feel like a princess. I may be in pain, I may be sick. I will probably lose my hair and my skin and nails will be a mess. So...I bought a "princess pin". Yes, I bought a princess pin. You can see a picture of it in my gallery.:) My husband jokes that I will now be insufferable to live with. I try to tell him that cancer pushed me over the edge but he insists that this is the way I've been ever since he's known me
Seriously, I got the princess pin because I wanted a visual reminder that I am a Princess of God He will never leave me. He is always mindful of me. His love for me is immeasurable. Everything I really need is at my fingertips. All I have to do is call on him. He is my protector, my deliverer, my provider and my healer as well as my savior. As a Princess of God I also have a great responsibility to remember who I am and act accordingly.
May all of God's children always remember who they really are. They are Princes and Princesses of The Lord God Almighty!
*8/21/11--This blog is now part of a series entitled Walking With God In The Midst of Cancer
So beautifully and simply put! I have a 4 year old neice who fancies herself to be a princess! Your words are simple enough to convey the truth of God's love to a child her age and yet profound enough to move anyone who knows what it is like to cry out "Abba father" and be welcomed into his loving arms! Thank you! My niece has started coming to church with us each Sunday - I can't wait to share the idea of being a "Princess of God" with her!
Your Fellow Princess in Christ, Amy
Very, very beautiful! I, too, a princess of God! You will be in my prayers as you go through treatment, He will be there right beside you through it all. I will pray for your protection and that you have minimal side effects, but whatever comes your Father's loving arms will be there to comfort you and you will have an army of prayer warriors lifting you up to Him! Love ya dear! Andrea
You write "everyone strives for attention." When the doctor or nurses are waiting on my lonely, ailing grandmother, she looks so happy like she's the queen of the world.
Hiding from God...when those who lived in rebellion against Christ see the second Coming of the Lord, they will try to hide themselves, and hope for the rocks to fall upon them.
My father has a lot of difficulty in expressing his emotions, at least when it comes to love. I, too, have leaned on the heavenly Father to feel a Father's love. This Valentine's Day, I got an e-mail from my father, in which he writes "I love you." As far as I know, this is the first time in my life he has ever said that. Praise the Lord!
I struggle with "feelings of lonliness & low self-worth," or low self-esteem, when the enemy attacks me. Thank you, Kreynolds, for your encouragement.
My niece also fancied herself a princess. "Princess" was part of her e-mail address.
In regard to your illness:
2 Corinthians 4:17-18
For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. (end quotes)
Again, Praise God!
Our prayers are with you, Sister.
I, am a princess of the King! :) I thank God every day that He loves us so. I am praying for you, Princess, may the Lord heal you and may you not suffer at all. I have a very dear friend, another princess, who just went through what you are about to go through. We all prayed for her, she underwent the chemo, and did lose her hair, but the side effects were otherwise minimal (and she really enjoyed playing with wigs, scarves & hats!). She made the most of it, and she didn't suffer hardly at all. Now she is cancer-free AND her hair has grown back; it's like she never had it!! This what I pray will happen for you as well. You will be in my prayers daily, God bless you!
I never thought of that. Being a prince or princess. The bible tells us that we are kings and priests. I'm more focused that I'm a steward of Gods grace. Still a slave of Christ to conduct his work. I hope you're healed and restored of your ills. May you be blessed. Amen.
Alanna Mello (@hizdaughter7)
Thank you for your comment. I just thought I'd let you know that when I wrote this blog back in February, it was 11 days before my first chemo treatment. I finished chemo on June 6 and I am now in radiation.
Chemo was not easy for me physically. However, God is faithful and he truly turned the darkness into light, even when I felt like I could not endure it for another moment. I wore my pink Chick Night cap from our church's womens ministry to each and every chemo session. My pink rhinestone princess pin is pinned to it and serves to remind me that I am a princess of God, even when I don't look like or even feel like one.
I'm so glad your friend is doing well. It is my prayer that she will continue to do so. Oh the hair! Yes, it does come back. It didn't bother me too much while I was in chemo but now that I'm out of it, I carefully scrutinize every little hair sprouting out of my head. I'm still in that fuzzy stage but it seems like more is appearing each day. Oh....patience is not the easiest thing to have sometimes!
Thanks for bringing this to our attention again via The Wall. I thought I'd read this and was looking forward to reading it again; but I don't think I ever read this before. The one I was thinking of had, in addition to explanation of the Princess of God, something about boxing gloves. You'd bought little boxing gloves to remind yourself of fighting the enemy. Both are great blogs ~ and great reading! blessings, !