”I am a princess. All girls are.” –Sara (The Little Princess)
The royal family is intriguing to me. To be perfectly honest, they are extremely intriguing to me. I became a royal follower when Diana entered the scene. I was there when she said, “I do.” I watched the ceremony on television and then turned around and bought all of the magazines that featured pictures. When a book was published, I went to the public library, brought it home, and read it from cover to cover. The entire event sparked an interest in me for all things royal. Recently, William and Kate were married. I woke up at 4 a.m. to watch the festivities. I didn’t want to miss William leaving the castle. I was anxious to get that first glimpse of Kate’s wedding gown. I didn’t want to miss the kiss on the balcony. This time, it prompted me to think about what was in store for me and my “happily ever after.”
You may be asking why I would be so intrigued. It isn’t the money, material possessions, or servants. It isn’t the jewels, bodyguards, or prestige. It really comes down to security and being set apart. As a princess, someone is always in your corner—watching over you, protecting you, and wanting the best for you. When you are a princess, you know and understand what is expected of you—your purpose is set out before you, and you live to meet or exceed those expectations.
I realize that I cannot simply “wish upon a star” and change my position in this life. Webster defines royalty as, “Belonging to an elite class; of noble character.” While my family is the best in the world, we are not elite and we are not from nobility. Diana and Kate were both commoners who happened upon a prince. The chances of meeting a real live prince are nearly impossible. While I understand they do exist, I just don’t believe I’m going to run into a prince. After drawing these conclusions, shouldn’t I just forget the whole idea and move on with my present reality? Do I give up and accept the theory that a road to royalty does not exist for me?
Sara from the Little Princess said,”I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny, old attics, even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses. All of us.” Sara’s statement gave me a glimmer of hope because I actually fit most of her princess profile. It encouraged me to examine what God’s Word has to say about my royal status. Romans 8:17 says,
“Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.”
I fell in love with Jesus years and years ago. He has been a constant in my life; giving me the sense of security that I need. Jesus is always on my side and he wraps me in His robes of righteousness. My heart is not my own for it belongs to the King of kings. His Word is a scepter in my hand. A diamond tiara adorns my head where He wore a crown of thorns. Through His death, I have entered into a royal family that carries the promise of eternal life. Earthly kings and kingdoms will pass away, but His Kingdom is everlasting. As I endure this life and walk daily on a path that is not always easy, I can turn my face toward heaven and feel the glory and splendor that belong only to the children—the princes and princesses of the King.