It’s not my kingdom
I sat on the throne for so long. It is far from a small wonder to think about the fact that I returned to the palace and placed myself upon the throne again. It has such a comfortable feel to it. The chair is magnificent, built for a king. But, there isn’t a king so I have reined as queen.
The day that I realized there was, in fact, a King, I had willingly and gladly bowed at His feet. How could I not give up the throne? Afterall, I knew all along that it wasn’t made for me. It was for lack of knowledge and ignorance to the true Ruler that I had reined at all and, frankly, I could see the mess that the kingdom was in due to my inept ruling.
All this aside, however, I had journeyed away from the kingdom and upon my return, I had taken up my former place on the throne. And why? I just liked the feel of it. I can admit that I liked the idea of saying ‘my’ in front of everything. My kingdom, my money, my time, my friends, my palace, my carriage…
He walked into the throne room and all I could think was why was I on the throne while He was not. Why was I sitting pompous and gloating upon the very place that I had given to Him? I stood and moved aside and He climbed the dais. There was no anger upon His face, no irriation creasing His brow. In fact, He didn’t even sit upon the throne. He just smiled at me and opened His arms. My Father embraced me, the one who can’t seem to keep myself under His gentle and firm rule.
Looking back on that day, I remember how it felt to let go of the ruling I had become so use to. But the most amazing thing was the fact that He didn’t cast me from the kingdom, which I had ruled as mine for most of my life. Even then, after seating myself upon His throne again, He didn’t exile me far from His presence. Quite the opposite. He is teaching me, lovingly, to rule. Because I am His daughter and He is my Father and my King and that is what I must never forget.
