It’s only been within the last few years that I’ve begun to understand what it means to be a child of God, the daughter of the King, to be exact. I am the daughter of the King. That’s heavy.
I don’t recall the exact moment in time when I started to realize what this means, but I do recall experiencing a shift in my thinking and expectations. I recall being counseled by the Holy Spirit to meditate on and think about the behavior an earthly princess exhibits. She knows her father is the most powerful person in the land. She understands the rights and privileges bestowed upon her, not because of anything she’s done or earned, or could have done or earned, but simply because of her pedigree. She has an expectation of ask and receive, seek and find, and knock and open. She has favor with the king. She knows that she will be granted her desires simply because she is the daughter of the King. She loves her father and knows that she is the apple of his eye and that he would do anything to protect her. She walks with an air of confidence that comes from knowing her lineage and the security it brings. Her place near the king is secure. After all, she is his daughter.
She can speak commands and the king’s servants will do as she asks. Even those that are not within the king’s circle or family understand and respect her sovereignty. The ones who would seek to hurt her can’t help but obey her commands and submit to her authority. Why? Because they know she is the daughter of the king.
Thinking on these things blew my mind. I am the daughter of the King. I am the daughter of the King. It was starting to sink in. I am the daughter of the King!
I began to think about my relationship with my earthly father. Even in this relationship I recognized the privileges I have because I am my father’s daughter. I have favor with him. I have access to him that others don’t because I am his child. No matter what I do wrong, my dad will always forgive me and continue to love me. Even though I am now in my mid-forties, I know that my dad will do anything within his power to protect me. All I have to do is pick up a phone and ask anything of him and he will do it for me. In fact, I don’t ask him for anything because I don’t want to feel as if I’m taking advantage of him. This frustrates him somewhat because I know he wants to do things for me. This got me to thinking once again about my relationship with God. Have I been treating Him the same way I treat my earthly father? Do I fail to ask things from God because of feelings of guilt? My answer? Yes. That’s exactly what I have been doing. God has already done so much for me, so why should I ask for more? Because God wants to provide for me. God wants to do things for me. I am his child, his daughter, but I haven’t been behaving like his daughter. When I realized this, I began to adjust my attitude. I began to walk with my head held high. I began to see myself as the daughter of the King.
This new understanding about my relationship with God isn’t about my ability to ask for things. It’s about confidence. It’s about privilege. It’s about knowing who I am. In the past, if someone had asked, “Who are you?” the easiest response would have been to give my name. Now, if someone asks, “Who are you?” I can respond, “I am the daughter of the King.”
Who are you?
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.
Listen, O daughter, give attention and incline your ear:
Forget your people and your father’s house;
Then the King will desire your beauty.
Because He is your Lord, bow down to Him.
The daughter of Tyre will come with a gift;
The rich among the people will seek your favor.
The King’s daughter is all glorious within;
Her clothing is interwoven with gold.
She will be led to the King in embroidered work;
The virgins, her companions who follow her,
Will be brought to You.
They will be led forth with gladness and rejoicing;
They will enter into the King’s palace.
Father, help us to always remember that we are Your daughters, that we are daughters of the King. Teach us how to walk and speak in this manner, not with haughty attitudes, but with confidence, favor, and love. In Jesus name, Amen.