She stepped off the shaded veranda into the hot, noisy chaos of the marketplace, shifting her basket a bit to balance more comfortably on her hip. She had an errand, and she energetically set out with a purposeful gait. This was one of her great pleasures in life—to distribute fruit and chocolates to the children, the mothers, and the old folks with their walking sticks. She brought bits of dried venison for the bony dogs weaving through merchant carts. Wherever she went, she was welcomed with smiles of joy and gratitude.
Wait a minute. That’s not quite true.
Some people actually scowled at her when she offered them a ripe peach. They sneered, “Who do you think you are? Walking around here like you’re somebody special. Are you trying to rub your wealth in our faces? So what if you’ve got fruit and chocolates to give away. You just want attention. You just want everyone to think you’re amazeballs. But you’re nothing but a stuck up, self-centered woman. You’re a fake. A fraud. We see right through you. If you really cared, you’d do what we want you to do. You’d give us better houses and clothes and food. You’d take responsibility for us. You’d obey us. You’d make us happy.”
They would not take her peach. They would spit on it, and she would sigh and walk away. She would not defend herself. She had an errand, so she continued on her way, spreading what joy and hope she could with the resources she had.
Because she was the queen.
What about you? When you were a child, did someone communicate to you in some way that you were worth less than nothing? Were your efforts to love and be loved mocked and ridiculed? Did the man you married in your youth treat you like you were a piece of property? Worth something only when you were giving him sex, food, or kudos?
Did you lose sight of your True Identity?
Even a queen will be mistreated at times. Rejected at times. Through no fault of her own, but simply because she will inevitably come into contact with broken individuals as she goes about her business. That’s part of living in a broken world. But the queen will stay focused. It doesn’t matter if someone spits. She is the queen, regardless. She will go Home to her Father, regardless. She belongs. Regardless.
Jesus paved the way for us. Some will try to have you focus on your sin and your lack. But what if we focused on our King instead? He was the King of all the little kings of the universe. And they plucked out His beard and made fun of Him with a crown of thorns and killed as if He was a criminal. But He never, ever lost sight of Who He was. He knew at the end of the day where He would go. His crown was waiting for him to put back on, but the crown didn’t make Him the King.
And a crown doesn’t make you a queen. He makes you a queen, and nothing and nobody can pluck you out of His hands! (John 10:28)
So go into your day with purpose. And when you are spit on (not if, but when) do not defend yourself. You have an errand. Continue on your way, spreading what joy and hope you can with the resources you have.
Because you are a queen.