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Taking Up My Royal Duties

My Friend Debbie     Two years ago at this time of year, the Queen of England visited Virginia for the Jamestown 400th Anniversary. Living only an hour or so drive from one of the main celebration events in Williamsburg, I contemplated making a pilgrimage to see her in person. The Queen might have shaken my hand, we might have chatted. But my royal aspirations took a backseat to the mechanic who fixed my Honda on the afternoon of the Queen's speech.

     At two o'clock, as the linen-gloved royal ascended the steps of the Sir Christopher Wren Building, I sighed with regret as my car was suspended in mid-air at the dealership. My queenly debut - relegated to a television news update in the lobby, overpowered by air compressors! I watched the screen drearily. She wore lavender with a plumed hat. I wore my sweats.

     I could not have felt more unimportant and ordinary that day. The Queen was a dignitary, and I was a housewife with a dead battery. Fortunately, God gently teaches me how to balance my needs versus my wants. I don't know how much seeing the Queen would have recharged this tired mother's need for some royal treatment, but if I hadn't decided to get the car checked, my ladies-in-waiting and I might have been stranded on the interstate in the rain. God had a practical plan for our lives that day - safe travel and naps.

     After the mechanic explained the dead battery situation, the Lord sparked my mind with a sense of honor in fulfilling my duty. International ambassadorship was not my duty; that was Queen Elizabeth's. God had given me the responsibility of caring for my small children and maintaining our car that day. I looked over at my two cherubs, who were patiently waiting in the lobby, and thought to myself, "A queen would have no princesses more priceless than these!"

     I left the dealership $130 poorer and no more famous than when I first arrived. I certainly didn't receive any royal treatment. But I held my head high, thanked the mechanic, and waved elbow-elbow-wrist-wrist-wrist with a certain dignified air, as I steered our carriage from the service station. Nothing could be more queenly than a positive attitude.

     "Dear Lord, Help me prize you above jewels and remember the price you paid for my salvation. Amen"

"Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Luke 12: 32-34 (NIV)

Photo: Copyright Richmond (VA)Times-Dispatch, used with permission.

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