She twirls everywhere she goes.  Always within her own mind she is royalty, special, someone others crane their necks to see, be near and admire.  She is dancing and singing to a song playing in her mind with only her name in it.

That day, a friend walked by and said, “Well, hello princess!” She turned, made eye contact and put her hand over heart and inquired, “How did you know?”  “Oh, I just know. Clearly, you are a princess.”

I laugh every time I think of this scene with my oldest girl. She is 7 years more grown, but still twirling and singing and being her own girl.  She knows what I long to:  She is loved, she is wonderful, she is His.

He knows it too, and He says it plain as day right here:

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

1 Peter 2:9

I love the words…chosen, royal, God’s special possession.  People with a purpose. Does hearing it change who you are right in the center of your heart?  Does the song that plays in your head say, “Chosen, princess, my own girl?” or does it says, “Failure, unloved, and unworthy?”

He is singing it right now, with you in mind:

You are mine.

You are a princess.

I chose you.  Won’t you twirl and dance and smile and let others see it as well?

I know you are special, do you?

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