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Date: 20 July 2006 18:44:52
I can't remember how I learnt this or who crystallized the lesson in my mind. I 'knew' this. I had the fact filed in my head, a technical note, until one day, as I walked down the street, it dawned on me, all that being Daughter for the King actually entailed.
Still, here it is:
Daughter of the King
The Dawn Pixie holds a crown in her hands. Often it is battered, tarnished, even missing some jewels, but always it is made of true, pure and eternal love.
The Dawn Pixie is Daughter of the King.
The Bible tells her she is adopted into the family of God because of the work of the Pixie Prince of Light.
She has the Pixie Prince of Light as her Brother, and the King, Ruler of the nations, as her Daddy, her Father on whose knee she would sit. Because of His royal blood flowing through her veins, she has an inheritance which no one can take away from her, some responsibilities which she doesn't always like, and authority like that of an embassador carrying the King's signet ring as token of his delegation on the King's behalf.
Because of the Dawn Pixie's royal blood, the enemy of the King is also her enemy, the King's army will fight at her side and on her behalf against the enemy, and the King has set a guard around her to keep her safe and bring her home.
Because she has the King's royal blood, her home is a large, luxurious, sumptuous and beautiful palace which she can look forward to roaming whilst home from her travels.
Other Children of the King are Dawn Pixie's beloved siblings and also benefit from all these things and more.
She can walk with her head held high because her Daddy loves her perfectly.
Dawn Pixie grows in her service to the King because of the royal blood flowing through her veins. Her service of the King needs to be free, true and exemplary, showing off the glory of the King. The Pixie Prince of Life makes these things become reality. Her soiled clothes, from when she gets down in the mud or when she breaks and spills, tears at the seams and hurts, are replaced, cleaned, repaired, made new because the King likes her soul and body, her heart and mind to be adorned suitably, in royal robes, fit for a queen.
When Dawn Pixie sits on the King's knee and they talk, laugh, cry and be, she is fully His child, fully herself, simply the Child He made her to be.
Through the Pixie Prince of Life, she is with Him, seated on the throne which is above and beyond, which denotes greater power than any other throne, the throne of the Alpha and the Omega, the First and Last, the Living One, the throne of the Lord of Lords, Prince of Peace, Emmanuel.
The Dawn Pixie, child of Light, glints with the sunrise, rises on the wings of the dawn, she shines with the noonday sun, reaches to the highest heights, she rests in the arms of Love and trusts Him beyond the setting sun, twinkling in a velvet sky.
Because of Jesus I am heir of God, a child of the greatest monarch.
Because of Him I am of royal blood, dressed in royal robes, marked out for a royal destiny.
I am beloved of God.
I am Consecrated unto Him.
I am Daughter of the King
:)