What If I Really Believed I Was a Princess?

Today is my anniversary. Fourteen years with my amazing man and we are celebrating our anniversary with leftover soup, football practice, reading logs and homework. And I wouldn’t trade it for the whole wide world. Except the reading logs. Totally trade them.

My wedding day was perfection, but the best part (other than the husband) was my dress. I really loved my dress. It was the whole feeling like a princess thing and I wanted to just float around in it forever.

We don’t often feel like princesses during our regular-every-day days, do we?

Earlier today at lunch I stood behind a grandmother, mom and her little girl, who was probably about three and completely dressed up like a princess. Her dress was bright and fuscia pink and she floated around her mother and grandma without a care in the world. Nothing weighed her down. Her sweet face completely trusted those she stood with.

I stood behind them and asked myself, how would my day be different if I actually believed that I was a princess?

Yes, that sounds soooooo cheesy. But go with me for a second.

How would my problems look, how would my schedule look, how would my anxieties feel, if I took one step back and reminded myself of this one thing:

What would that do for my insecurities? What would that do for my fears? How would that impact my worry?

What if we walked through today in the reality that we are heirs and daughters of the most high King? (check out Galatians 4:4-7) Wouldn’t that make us … a princess?  

There’s not a lot of space to be a princess in the middle of every day life, is there?  Poofy pink dresses don’t go well at business lunches or teacher meetings.  Funny, yes.  Appropriate?  hmmm.

As I got ready to order my lunch, this sweet family turned around to walk away and I told the grandmother, “She is precious.” She just smiled and said, “She is precious.”

Maybe I’m all sentimental cuz it’s my anniversary, but the way she said that just made me tear up right there in Panera.  She spoke it with such love and conviction.  She absolutely believed in and adored her granddaughter.

So often we picture God as disappointed or angry and mad at us.  What if instead of imagining Him frustrated at us, we imagined Him saying to someone, “She is precious.”

Today I challenge you, in the quietness of that moment, whether it’s in the carpool line, the grocery store, the quiet walk around the block…remind yourself of who you truly are. You are a princess. And your Father thinks you are precious.