A few weeks ago, Howell and I had the opportunity to attend the Texas Tech football game—in style. We were given passes to a suite and VIP tickets to a private tailgate and an after-the-game celebration. We had tickets, passes, and lanyards around our neck that literally said VIP.
Everywhere we went, we had access to free food and drinks, and we had incredible seats to the game with a great view of the field.
As I was soaking it all in, I thought, Man, I feel so privileged, so important.
And I immediately felt the Lord nudge my heart—You always are.
That night, we felt like royalty, but the Lord reminded me that I’m always royalty. I’m a daughter of the King. His word says I’m a royal priesthood, chosen and called out of darkness and into His marvelous light.
A friend of mine posted this meme on Facebook recently, and I saved it and have looked at it regularly.
Too often, I forget who I am. I forget whose I am.
I allow circumstances and my own thoughts to beat me down and tell me I’m inadequate, but that’s never who God says I am.
He says I’m enough. He says I’m whole, complete, and lacking nothing.
I’ve been reading The Supernatural Ways of Royalty by Kris Vallotton and Bill Johnson for several months—maybe even a year. It doesn’t usually take me that long to read a book, but I’ve been having a hard time soaking in the truth.
I have lived with a pauper mentality where I operate out of a feeling of "lack" and try to protect what’s "mine," including sometimes, my heart.
But a prince (or princess) mentality knows that I’ve been given everything I’ll ever need, that I have a rich inheritance, and that I’ll never lack—physically, emotionally, or spiritually.
Bill Johnson says it this way:
"I can't afford to think differently about my life than God does."
I’m always chosen. I’m always important. I’m always the VIP in God’s eyes.
And He desires to bless me. He’s given me every spiritual blessing in Heaven, and He’s given me favor with people and with my circumstances. Those are the privileges I get to enjoy as His kid.
What about you, my friend? Do you see yourself as a prince or princess? As a son or daughter of the Most High? If you struggle, as I so often do, I pray He’ll whisper truth to you. Receive what He says about you—both who you are and whose you are.