"You'wa a pwincess?"

Tim is moving his office from his Assembly of God office to a home office in the basement.  He's quite pleased with this new space - his version of a man cave.  "Man cave" for Tim is a place filled with books and a space to think deeply.   So, a little portion of our basement has been given to accommodate his desk, his files and his many, many books.

Caleb has been a great helper in this move.  He went to the office to help Tim pack up the books and clean the bookshelves, he helped Tim unpack the boxes and organize his desktop with the knick knacks that follow Tim wherever he goes.  His little miniature John Deere tractors, his past InterVarsity nametags, and a variety of sentimental rocks from various Cedar Campus activities.  

Amongst the array of knick knacks is a framed picture of me in my wedding dress on our wedding day.   Caleb saw the picture and said to Tim, "Mom's a princess?"  Tim thought this was so sweet of course and had Caleb tell me what he said when I came to the basement later.   Caleb just looked at me and the picture and with a little smirk on his face and in a voice that has a little trouble with "r's" he said again, "You'wa a pwincess?"  My heart melted.

I'm not exactly a frilly girl, but there is something magical and desirable about being a princess.  By definition a princess is a girl who's father is a king.  My childhood memories lead my mind to believe a princess is also beautiful, rich (because her dad runs the kingdom) and highly protected from any sort of danger or evil - i.e. dragons, evil witches and sorcerers, and any sort of deadly potion or poison.  To be a princess is wonderful.

As I understand my relationship to God - in Christ, I realize I have a new identity.  I am God's daughter... which makes me a princess, because he is KING.  I have a rich Father, who loves me and protects me.  He lavishes me with the most wonderful gifts that I do not deserve.  He calls me beautiful, not because of how I look or anything I've done, but because I belong to Him.

This morning I put on a skirt as I was getting ready for church.  Caleb walked by the bathroom door, looked at me and again, with his sweet little smirk he asked, "Mom, you'wa a pwincess?"
Yes, Caleb I am.