In Christ I am a daughter of the King
“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” 1 Jn. 3:1
After a warm, clear day yesterday, snow came as a sudden surprise this morning. Even though my third child was still not in the car, I slowly pulled out of the driveway. I’d given her plenty of wakeup calls but she chose to come out of her bedroom 10 minutes before our scheduled time.
This was new for me — to carry out what I’d say I do. Establishing these new boundaries in my life and in the life of my family are still beyond my comfort zone. But my husband and I are taking an amazing online parenting class, and we’re learning.
The new habit we are learning as a family is leaving on time — and that means that when mom says we’re leaving at 7.30, then mom must leave at 7.30. Yesterday, I had to leave a different child behind.
Writing these posts that are part of the 28-day challenge, has been a journey of preaching the truth to myself and in the process learning to apply them to my everyday, ordinary life.
And for me, one of the areas I so struggle is in my calling as a mama. I know that God would not have given me these 3 amazing kiddos if He did not think I could be a mama to them.
So today, I’m meditating on this one truth — in Christ, I’m a daughter to the King of kings.
When you know that you are a daughter of the King, you won’t live your life aimlessly or carelessly. Instead, you will have the confidence to step into your God-given identity and calling.
Hebrews says that God disciplines those He loves. And I’m learning to do the same with my children. Rather than control their behavior I’m learning to live out of my identity as a daughter of the King.
I’m someone to be reckoned with. Even so, it’s uncomfortable because I don’t like having my kids be angry with me, but I’m called to be their mama and to love them, to really love I have to teach them to live within the life-giving boundaries.
The snow fell rapidly as we inched our way down our cul-de-sac and looking in the rear view mirror, I saw the late child running behind us. She made it to the car before we left our neighborhood.
I sighed in relief and gratitude. I’m learning. I’m a daughter of the King who’s blessed to be a mama.
What about you, friend, what does it mean that you are a daughter/son of the King?