A Different kind of Queen

 I am not one to brag, boast or belittle the truth; but I am a queen.  I am divine in birth and royal by spirit.  I am not one to deny those imperative qualities that are imparted by being of a noble line.  But my one question is do you?  Do you remember that be a woman is more than bearing children, it is being what our Father hoped would always be the “better half” of society.  I am not saying that men have no place, or do not make a contribution, that I cannot by any stretch of the imagination make.  Men provide the structure, of society- as evidenced b the degradation of society since there are fewer fathers in fewer homes across the nation. If I am truly a queen then they must be by reason be kings as well. Notwithstanding, I hope that woman in the pursuit of their lofty dreams don’t put aside the fact that they were meant to nourish the structure of the family to allow it to grow.  It is not demeaning to have a door opened, a coming acknowledged, or to be kept out of the world’s most dangerous place (even if you in your life that happens to just be the curbside of the sidewalk).  I would be less of a person if I did not allow someone to show respect for me, and my role as a nurturer of the good in society, despite this oft times making me less socially mobile.   I am sorry for those who feel that the only way to gain attention and respect is by becoming a piece of meat, by dressing the part.  I am sorry for those who think that wearing a skirt or dress below them.  I feel sorry for those who try to fixate on what they aren’t instead of what they are.

I am a woman.  I found someone who is willing to treat me like a Queen.  I am not saying that a life on a coach watching TV and eating truffles has been or will ever be in my future.  I am thinking of one who was greatest among us being willing to bow and serve instead of being exalted by his peers.  Thus, I am a queen in that my efforts to care fore house and home, are not forgotten by the Lord.  That my husband respects the work I do inside and out of the home, because I do it in the best way I know how—prayerfully trying to help others become the best version of whomever the Lord would hope they could be.  I am a queen in my own home as my sweetheart remembers that there are still two of us who can accomplish great tasks.  I am a queen because at times I am forced to step back and allow someone else to help take care of me, even if it is just in the grocery line, or at the entrance of a building.   I am a queen because I realize that when I bow it is to pray that I will be able to stand and serve a little better today. I am a queen because I realize who I am bowing before.

This is not something that I aspired to, or even hoped for as a child.  I was given a gift of a man who knew that the only way I could reach my own potential was by allowing me to be true to that eternal difference of gender that we have all been given. He knew that fulfillment comes best through being what we are meant to be, not by trying to be what everyone else was meant to be.  It is our differences that make us strong through complementary connections.  The strength of the sphere is not complete with both the yin and yang.  No appliance operates without the outlet and the plug.  The plug can never be the force by which things turn on, but the outlet would be of no use without a way to apply that power, that goodness, and that love that makes the world a better place.  Yes I am a queen.  That is my mission, to make one life, one experience, one moment, better than it would have been through my hard work to add God’s love into the equation. Shame on me if I ever take away from that love, by my own selfish self serving desires and aspirations.