I’ve never understood Americans’ obsession with royalty.

Yes. Getting up in the wee hours of the morning to watch a prince’s wedding on the other side of the ocean pond classifies as an obsession.

I understand obsession with glamour.

I’m a “jeans & t-shirt” kind of gal, so the idea of dressing in sequins and lace and $1 million in fine jewelry isn’t my thing. But I get how some people like to get fancied up and look their best. I just think that learning the exact protocols of every situation and the enormous pull on the royals’ personal time would weigh me down. A lot.

I understand obsession with fame.

Almost everyone I know has a favorite TV/movie star/athlete/musician. “I’ll go see that movie just because ____ is in it.” How great for the famous that they get to do something they love and get paid for it. How sad that someone photographs them everywhere and in every situation. I can’t imagine losing every aspect of privacy.

Wait. Why am I even discussing royals anyway?

Continuing my series based on the songs I’ve been adding to my playlist, today we’re looking at “Hello, My Name Is” by Matthew West.

We can easily forget who we are. We focus on “the wreckage behind” and miss the blessings given to us just because we are His Children.

If our Father is a King, then we are ROYALTY. The only experience that truly defines me is the moment I asked Jesus to be Lord and Savior. (If you haven’t made that decision, please check out this page: Meet Jesus.)

Earthly Daddy & Heavenly Father

I am greatly blessed. I had a wonderful Daddy. He was a Dr Pepper Bottler with Popeye-esque forearms my hands could never reach around. Daddy loved cameras, guns and computers. He had a hilarious sense of humor, and he was so much like me that sometimes it was scary. And I miss him every day since he passed in 2012.

I am greatly blessed in another way, too. I have a wonderful (Heavenly) Father. He is Creator of the World with hands so big that He can hold all His children in His palm, and no one can snatch them out. He loved each of us so much that He allowed some puny humans to torture and murder His beloved Son – to prevent us from having to experience such atrocities and eternal separation from Him. He’s a King, and I’m welcome to come to His throne EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Because I am His Daughter.

I crave a new obsession.

I fall short. A lot.

I don’t want an obsession with earthly royalty. Or movie stars. Or sports heroes.

I don’t want to spend more time thinking about food or my weight or the new Fall TV Lineup than I spend in prayer time with my Heavenly Father.

Instead, I crave to be obsessed with Jesus. I long to connect with Him in a meaningful, life-changing way. Daily. Hourly.

He craves that, too.

Thanks for stopping by today. Spend some time today with your Heavenly Father. And – if you are able – with your earthly Daddy, too.

 

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