While standing in the checkout line at Walmart on Father’s Day a couple of weeks ago, a young family was checking out in front of me. A baby girl sat in the shopping cart seat; she had the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She was peeking around her mother to see me, so I began to play peek-a-boo with her. Her father stood in front of the shopping cart, putting items on the conveyor belt, while her older brother stood inside the cart. The father told him to sit down, which he did immediately, but then he half stood, looked at me and asked, “Are you a princess?”
I was so surprised, I softly laughed, and said, “No… but thank you.”
Me? A princess? I wondered why he thought I might be a princess. I was dressed in jeans, a white ribbed tank, a summery sweater, and my hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Could it have been my coppery necklace and earrings? Or was it something else? I couldn’t help briefly mentioning the incident on Facebook, and I was reminded by a couple of friends that I am, indeed, a princess of the Most High God. I am a part of His royal priesthood (1 Peter 2:9). And you are too, if you have become His child.
No one had ever called me a princess before, so I couldn’t get the little boy’s question out of my mind. Almost every girl wants to be a princess to someone, especially to her daddy, and then a queen and co-regent with her husband. As I thought about it, I felt a humbling responsibility, and the Spirit uses the little boy’s question to remind and convict me when I feel inclined to do something I shouldn’t. Isn’t it cool how God uses different means to speak to His people, even in unexpected, unorthodox ways? Even though my Daddy never called me a princess, I realize my Heavenly Father did that day in a very personal way.