Hey Princess: recognizing your worth
Last month, I took my car in for maintenance and the gentleman at the register asked for my name. “Chris,” I told him. “You don’t look like a Chris,” he replied. Without missing a beat, I responded, “You can call me Princess.” He laughed and asked if I have a tutu and I said, “No, but I have a tiara.” Later that evening, I met up with two of my three sisters and one of them gifted me with a belated birthday present—an insulated mug with a picture of a crown and the name “princess” embossed across its surface. A dozen years earlier, I had jokingly labeled myself a princess, and even purchased said tiara that I pop on my head each birthday. But over the years, this title (aka name) has become a description of “Whose” I am—a princess of the King (Isaiah 9:7) —regardless of who I am, or what I’ve accomplished. A perfect reminder of my worth.
What name do you call yourself?
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