This little girl, who sleeps in tiara’s and wears tutu’s to Home Depot, she believes she is a princess. And no, I don’t apologize for letting her believe that she is something extraordinary because she is. She is the daughter of a King. Every time she waltzes down the steps in her dress-up gowns and faux glass slippers, I am reminded that she belongs to the creator of the world, the king of kings and lord of lords, the ruler over all. And yet, here she is, cuddled up in my arms and wrapped around my whole heart. This, my friends, is a gift. She doesn’t belong to me, she is royalty, and the real beauty is…so are we.
It is one of my greatest desires that my girls always find their worth in the eyes Jesus not in the harsh, fickle eyes of this world. But I must be their first example. So the humble confidence I try to model…hear me say try…is an admittance that every gift, talent, freckle, and penny we possess is good and perfect and given only because our king thought we ought to have it.
And when Gabriella puts on her tiara, I remind her that she is the daughter of a king who loves her more than her daddy and I ever could. I tell her about the riches he has for her that come in the form of kindness, generosity, confidence, peace, love and joy. That to be like her Heavenly Father means to serve and not be served, to give not gain, to love not seek approval.
So when folks walk up to Gabriella to tell her she ‘looks pretty today’ she says without hesitation, “Thank you, God gave me a beautiful heart.” Yes, yes he did.
“As for me, may I never boast about anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. Because of that cross, my interest in this world has been crucified, and the world’s interest in me has also died.” Galatians 6:14
Copyright: Tamara Gurley 2015