The King’s Daughter

Lies held me captive!

I have listened to the enemy’s lies, sometimes I have received them as truth because they sounded plausible. I have hung my head low for day or two, sometimes for years. I wasn’t good enough, educated enough, pretty enough, witty enough, friendly enough and definitely not spiritual enough.

I needed reminding of my heritage. I pray the story of The King’s Daughter reminds you of your heritage in the Lord.

The King’s Daughter

No matter where in the room I went, I was aware of her presence. She stood there head held high but not in a snobby kind of way. She was beautiful, elegant, peaceful and radiant. Qualities I longed for in my life.

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Proverbs 31:30 NIV

She was beautiful.  Time, life, and sun had not yet taken its toll. Although I first looked on her outward beauty, it was her inner beauty that kept my gaze. A beauty that cannot be gained through self help books or self improvement classes. This beauty, her beauty came from spending time with her father, the King of Kings, getting to know him, becoming more like him.

Stand your ground, putting on the belt of truth and the body armor of God’s righteousness. Ephesians 6:14 NLT

Oh such elegance! She stood tall with shoulders back, no slouching for this girl. She had been taught and groomed in the Word of Truth. She knew her father spoke only truth and what he said about her; was who she was. On occasions a lying thought would try to persuade her otherwise. With royal feet firmly planted on solid ground and with the authority of the King she would declare the words her father had spoken over her. The lying thought knew the King spoke truth and now his daughter was speaking the same truth…the lie had no choice but to go and go quickly.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27 NIV

Peace became hers the day she was born into royalty, a gift given to her by her brother. Even though the gift of peace was hers she didn’t always embrace it. No, her brother’s peace was something she would embrace as she learned to trust him more.

Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. Psalm 34:5 NIV

Like a new born baby swaddled in a blanket, radiance covered and encased her. Her brilliant glow did not cause me to hide my face, instead it drew me in. I had heard stories of her life before the King adopted her.  She had plenty of reasons to be covered with shame. Yet, I saw no shame in her. She had given all her shame to the sacrificial lamb. She no longer looked back to who she once was, now she looked forward straight into the eyes of her redeemer.

Sisters in the Lord.

Spend time in His presence getting to know Him more.

Put on the belt of God’s truth.  Wear His armor of righteousness and stand in your Father’s authority against the lies of the enemy.

Trust Him with everything and be amazed at the gift of peace He has for you.

Stop wearing old labels and give your shame to Jesus your redeemer. Look straight ahead into His loving eyes and be covered and encased in His radiance.

Helena

The Kings Daughter first appeared on Grace Lace and Polkadots March 2016

 

 

 

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She Desired to be a Great-Grandmother

Photo Credit: Helena Davies

I live 4,269 miles away from my mother (I googled it). A large pond A.K.A the North Atlantic Ocean separates us, so jumping in the car and popping over to Mam’s house on a whimsy is out of the question. Trips to see mam and dad take planning, airplane tickets and time off work.

It has been 26 years since I last celebrated Mother’s Day in the flesh so to speak, with my mother. I’m not saying it has been 26 years since I last saw her, just that we have not shared that day in person for a long time. We talk on the telephone every Friday with extra calls on birthdays, Christmas and Mother’s Day. I know the day will come when I will miss those calls…assuming she passes on before I do.

Late August 2016 I had the pleasure of spending eight days on vacation with my mother, who was then 86 years old, on Jersey, a British island just off the coast of Normandy, France. We had a wonderful time sightseeing the island and learning its history. This was the first vacation we had gone on together in 39 years and one I will always cherish.

Time flies so quickly and is gone before we know it. My mother turns 88 in November (my father 91 in September). Her hair use to be golden, now it is a shimmering white. Her walk use to be fast, steady and sure, now she walks slow and careful with the aid of a walking stick. This woman, my mother is made of grit, she may have slowed down but it has not stopped her sense of adventure.

At age 83 she made the long and tiring journey on her own from Wales to Arkansas to see her two month old first great-grandchild. While here I remember her sharing with my Pastor’s wife her desire to see her first great-grandchild before she died and, now that was accomplished she was ready to go.

Summer Williams   Photography

Since then she has seen him at 15 months and 4 years. Not only did she see her great-grandson this April she also met his sister, her great-granddaughter for the first time when my daughter and family visited Wales.

Wherever we come in the order of family, great-grandmother, grandmother, mother or child it is good for us to take time for each other. To cultivate relationships, something my daughter is very intentional and good at. Family is a priority to her even though she has a full time job and other interests she still reaches out to all the generations in the family.

Honor your father and mother so that you’ll live a long time in the land that God, your God, is giving you”.       Exodus 20:12

Maybe physical distance separates you from your mother, maybe it is emotional distance. Find a way to reach out and bridge the gap this Mother’s Day. We are all getting older flying second by flying second, that is not only true for your mother but true for you also. Bridge the gap today.

Until next week

Helena

Looking to Jesus. Living in His Radiance.

What is the one thing that stands out to you about your mother? Share in the comments, look forward to reading about your mother.