So many of us have turned what is sacred into what is common... like little girls (immature princesses) who are fascinated with the beauty of the tiaras, so they want to wear them all the time. So they wear them outside when they play in the mud, when they go to bed, when their hair is filthy dirty.
After the tiara becomes common and everyday to the princess, it is no longer beautiful to her. It no longer has value in her eyes. It has lost its shine and become dull. So the princess forgets the value of the crown and throws it to the side. Pretty soon, she plays in the mud so much with the ordinary kids; she spends more time away from the castle than she does in it; soon she forgets that she is even a princess. Then one day, scrambling through her room in the castle, where she spends so little time, she sees the light reflecting off of something that is partially buried beneath a pile of dirty clothes. She digs through the pile and finds her long-forgotten tiara.
Suddenly the memories of the day she first got the tiara flood her mind. She runs to her jewelry box and finds the jewelry cleaner and polishing cloth, and quickly sets to work cleaning her tiara. Soon it is brilliant and shining again, as good as new. Sure, it has a few scuff marks from her days of rough play, but for the most part the tiara is perfect. Watching from the doorway, the King begins to tell her, "I wondered ho wlong it would take you to remember your place and the value of the crown." He reminds her how beautiful she is, and that she is fit for the throne, not the rags that she's been wearing. I saw this playing out in my mind and felt like God is saying that is what has happened to females all over the world. We played in our tiaras so long and forgot our worth. Now it's time to dig them out and polish them, and seat ourselves next to the King in our rightful places.
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