If we are Christians, then we are daughters of the King. How does a Princess of the Realm act?
Well, she doesn't act like a "princess", that's for sure. I got tired of typing "daughter of the King" out in my first draft, but "princess"... that calls up a whole pile of nonsense and untruth. Because there is no way that I'm acting like a member of my Father's family if I'm being prissy or egotistical or refusing to do what needs doing.
I could go on for hours about what it doesn't mean, but I'm pretty sure we're all clear about that. What does it mean?
It means noblesse oblige and acting with honor. Helping those around you and treating everyone with dignity. Fully completing your contracts, giving 100% and never shirking.
It means working from a place of strength. This is... misunderstandable. A princess isn't a princess because of herself, she's a princess because her daddy is the king. So are we - we are daughters of God because of God, not because of *us* - but that doesn't make us worms. We have been raised up, changed, made into new creations - because He chose that for us.
Dignity and honor should be our watchwords. Are we acting with honor, in a way that will bring praise to our Father? Are we inhabiting our dignity, resting in the certainty of who we are as new creations?
There is no shame in being as pretty as we are. Last time I checked, I didn't specify the width of my cheekbones prior to being born. Did you? Just because we aren't supposed to be flippertigibbits, obsessed with externals, doesn't mean we can't get up, get pretty, and go on with our day. In fact, there's no shame in inhabiting whatever we've been made stewards over. Got a great house? No shame!
I feel like I personally have shackled myself by not wanting to fully inhabit who I am. I've hidden my intellect (and let it get sloppy and sad thereby), I've hidden my looks (and gotten fat), I've hidden my creativity (and let my fingers get slow). I second guess and self-castigate and... on and on and ON.
I'm done now. It's time to get up, put on the mantle that I've been *given*, and wear it. I didn't make myself, I didn't save myself, I didn't sanctify myself - so standing up straight doesn't say anything about ME - it says something about my Father. "I'm not worthy" - well, no, I'm not. And? I've been made new in Christ, and it's time to start acting like it. I don't have to shame myself to continually remind myself of my unworthy nature - because that's twisted pride. That's putting the focus on my weaknesses, not His strengths. Jesus freed me from those chains, and I've been carrying them around like a security blanket.
And what does that have to do with a blog about loveliness? Everything. I can't be lovely if I'm whacking myself with the shame stick. *I* didn't make myself pretty, God did. Hiding that is ... refusing the gift I've been given. It's taking away from my husband, who is entitled to a pretty wife. It's taking away from part of who I am.
Is it all of who I am? No. Sure I write a blog about this, but I spend a substantially larger portion of my day in the kitchen than in front of my mirror, or even in front of my sewing machine.
I am a new creation. I am a daughter of the King. I am lovely, because He made me.