I know How You Can Be A Queen
Julia Bettencourt
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you"
2 Peter 1:3,4
Awhile back I was sitting on the sofa, my feet propped up, and I was thoroughly engrossed in browsing through a new decorating magazine by husband had brought home for me. It was close to dinnertime and my husband was cooking us dinner, which he does occasionally. My teenage daughter came in and asked why he was cooking dinner. I replied, feet still propped up, a vase of tulips nearby that my husband brought home, along with my new magazine, that I was "queen for the day!". Actually, I really can't remember the exact reason my husband came home early to cook dinner. I think it had something to do with a new recipe he wanted to try, and he does bring me flowers and magazines from time to time.
My four year old, Tara, was nearby and promptly jumped on my lap and asked, waiting with bubbling anticipation for the answer, "Mommy, are you really a queen?" I said, "Yes". She replied, "Really?" I said, "Yes" again.
Pressing again she said, "Mommy, are you really a queen?" I finally told her I wasn't really, I was just pretending to be while her Daddy waited on me and fixed us dinner. With all of her four year old sympathy all rolled up in a disturbing expression, she told me, while patting me profusely as if something traumatic just occurred, "Mommy, I'm so sorry you can't be a queen."
Tara bounded away for a few seconds and I was just finding my place where I was in my magazine when she was back in a flash, jumping up and down. She was so excited because she had something to tell me. One of those "let me whisper it in your ear" speeches.
"Mommy." She said. "I figured out how you can be a real queen." Curious to know her thoughts, I replied, "How?" More whispering in my ear..."Mommy, we'll get a crown and put it on your head and then you can be a queen!" She was just so excited that she had figured out how to remedy my situation.
It made me laugh as I pictured a crown on top of my head as I went about my daily chores of taking care of my three and four year olds, along with my 16 year old, and my husband as well. I could picture that crown popping off my head and falling into piles of Legos, blocks, toy trucks, doll babies, and puzzles as I knelt on the floor sorting through all the things that land there.
I could see greasy handprints on that crown, and I could see my 3 year old, Aaron, taking that crown and enhancing it with magic marker because every important thing in our house has to be christened with magic marker or crayons.
All this ran through my head and I couldn't even concentrate and enjoy my new magazine anymore. My mind was wandering. If I was going to be a queen I would probably have to get a nanny for my kids in order keep up with my responsibilities as royalty. As I thought about it, I determined that I probably really wouldn't want to be a queen after all. I'd probably be so busy with all the things that go along with it that I'd maybe miss out on too many "I have to whisper something in your ear" moments that only other mommies probably truly understand. Those moments enrich my life so much.
I told Tara that I really didn't want to be a queen.
I tried to explain to her, as much as four year olds can comprehend, that I may not be a queen but I am royalty because of Christ.
I'm a child of the King, and to me I guess that's all of
the royal life I need.
Copyright ©2001-2009 Julia Bettencourt
Scripture References are from the King James Version.
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