Just a child

I am just a child. A child of the King, yes, but a child nonetheless. I have a lot of growing to do. Some days I think that I am ready to be an adult, complete with husband and adorable children. Other days I realize that I am still a child myself. True, each day I grow a little more. I learn more. I listen better. I love more deeply. I use bigger words. I plan my days. I think of others. I pray for the hearts of my friends. I try to protect my own heart. But dispite my growing, I still have a long way to go.

My Father is the King, which makes me a princess, and not only that. He owns the cattle on a thousand hillsides, which makes me heir to a fortune. Why do I doubt that He will bless me far beyond my imagination? He loves me. He wants to bless me. And He wants to make me beautiful too!! I just make it difficult for Him. It's as if I say, "No God, I want to be ugly. I want to keep my ashes instead of taking your beauty." Oh, I can be such an idiot...

He makes all things beautiful in its time.
-Ecc. 3:11

When, Oh Lord, is my time?