Cecilia rushed out of the house in haste. Dressed in a blue jacket and a white striped gown, she got into the chauffeur car and was driven off to school. How did she feel? She felt weird at first, this was the first time she would do something like this; and then, she thought of her dad. She was doing this without daddy’s knowledge. She knew he mustn’t hear of this, how would he feel? He would be terribly hurt. A shadow of sadness loomed over her face but then she quickly waved it off. Mum had tried her best to talk her out of it but her mind was made up already.
Entering the class with a sly smile, Cecilia quickly looked around for the look of admiration at her new look. She had put off the royal clothes, complaining to her mum that she looked different from the others in her class. The first time she entered the class with them, everyone gave her such a stare she felt strange, and they didn’t come near her either. With time, the others were able to relate with her but there was this air around that she felt they gave her. She wanted to look just like them; she didn’t want to be different. With her new look, she felt she could relate with them better. What she didn’t realize was that she had misinterpreted their reactions. As she entered the class, she spotted her friend, Cassy, who hadn’t seen her when she entered.
Looking up upon hearing Cecilia’s voice, Cassy opened her mouth in surprise “Cecilia, what’s wrong with you?”
“Hello Cassy” Cecilia replied, smiling. “How do I look?”. Cassy said nothing, perusing her, observing the way she looked and for the rest of the day, she said little to Cecilia. This time around, no one stared at her, no one even noticed her, and she was just like every other person. Little did she know she had lost her price as a princess. It was lunch time and everyone queued to get their food.
“Excuse me, please” Cecilia said as she tried to push her way to the front, among the throng of people lining up for their turn.
“Hey, where are you going? Can’t you see” A girl behind her said rudely.
“I’m heading to the front” Cecilia replied, causing a stir among the others.
“You have no right to do that” Another person shouted.
“Yes, I do, I’m the King’s daughter!” Cecilia blurted out, with an air of pride. Everyone kept silent for a while and then burst into laughter.
“That’s a joke right? You’re just a mere peasant; you’re no fit to be the King’s daughter”. The rude girl answered and everyone jeered in agreement. Cecilia was embarrassed. No one had ever spoken to her like that and had the right to. There was no way she could prove she was a princess, without her royal robes. She cast a glance at Cassy for support who looked away. Cecilia stayed alone for the rest of the day.
“Did you see that girl?” Cecilia heard someone say behind her, as she waited for the driver. “The one who tried to usurp the rest of us, she claimed she’s the princess”.
“I really don’t know”. The other girl replied, quite thoughtfully. “I think I saw her in the royal robes the first day of school, but then, I’m not so sure she’s the one. She looks a little tard different from the girl I saw then”.
“Are you sure?”.
“Yeah and there was this grace around the first girl I saw, her face shone. We all felt shy to go near her and I couldn’t stop looking at her and thinking how fortunate she was to be the King’s daughter but this one’s quite dull and well…nothing much special about her”. Cecilia’s face burned with anger and shame and rose to go home. She didn’t want to wait around anymore. As she walked to the palace alone, which was quite unusual, she thought of all that had happened. She was no longer recognized as a princess. She had lost her identity. She finally got to the gate of the kingdom.
“Who are you?” The guard at the gate asked. She looked surprised at him. “What a question?” she thought.
“Princess Cecilia”.
“Where’s your royal seal, you can’t enter without it”. The guard replied sternly.
“What? I demand to see my father now”. She shouted, and then she remembered her father; she wouldn’t want him seeing her now. A commotion ensued as she tried to look for other excuses to give. It was a disgrace to the kingdom to be out without the royal robe, it was a degradation of the king’s honor. Such a person was seen as an outcast and could only enter the kingdom upon the permit of the king, for specific reasons. Cecilia wasn’t allowed in and she made no plea to see the king. She couldn’t face him now. Starting to feel agitated being outside the safety and confines of the palace walls, she wandered away. She couldn’t imagine how she’d enter the kingdom without her royal robes. Sitting down on a pavement, she buried her face in her laps.
“Hey you!” A rough-looking man came over. Dusk was approaching and the sun had started to go down. Cecilia stared frightened at him, without uttering a word. She was really scared and couldn’t think of anything to do to defend herself. Fortunately at that point, the king had asked to see his daughter and she could not be found; the guards were sent out to search for her. Just then, two guards appeared to her rescue.
“Leave her!” one of them shouted, as they came over them, before the rough-looking man could do any harm to her. She was taken briskly to the palace. Getting to the gate, they had to stop. She couldn’t enter without her robes, except with the permit of the king. The king was then informed and she was brought to his presence. Cecilia dreaded this moment, how could she face her father? The guards were told to leave, leaving her with her father and mother. At this point, tears were streaming down her face, as she slouched over, daring not to look at her father’s eye. He didn’t say anything for a long while, which seemed to make Cecilia cry the more. Unable to bear the silence, she whispered, loud enough for him to hear “I’m sorry, daddy, please forgive me”.
“Where is your robe?” The king finally replied. “Where’s my seal on you? Where’s the honor I bestowed upon you as my daughter?” Cecilia couldn’t answer as more tears flowed down. She was too ashamed to say anything more and so, she had to leave the king’s presence. That night, Cassy came in to see Cecilia.
“Hey” Cassy greeted, as she entered Cecilia’s room.
“Hey” Cecilia replied back, soberly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to talk to you the whole of today. You looked so different I could hardly recognize you at first”. Cassy said. “I was quite surprised you could change the royal clothes, I mean, who would do that? Thing is, you didn’t look beautiful as before. Strangely Cecilia, you didn’t look like your father anymore”.
“Really?” Cecilia replied abruptly.
“Yes” Cassy answered softly. “What’s up now, what did your father say? What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know”. Cecilia said, narrating all that had happened after she got back home.
“You should go again before him, he’s your father Cecilia. Ask him for a new robe”.
“I don’t know about that Cassy. I wish I’d never taken it off in the first place. Even if I ask, will I get the same robe as I had before? Will I look like my father again?”
The next morning Cecilia stood clad in the royal robes, looking more beautiful than ever. She regained her place beside the king and her position as the princess. She no longer lived in the consciousness of what others thought of her, knowing full well she’s the king’s daughter.
Do you know your worth as the child of the King? Are you letting the plain façade of the world’s fashion make you lose your identity? The robe of righteousness is your identity, that brings with it glory.  With the robe of righteousness we are to show forth the beauty of the King and the glory of the heavenly Kingdom. You are not to compare yourself with the world or feel inferior to the people of the world. You are more than what you think you are. You are of a higher regime. You hold great power and strength in your hands than you realize. Don’t lose your place in the Kingdom.
Isaiah 61:10: “I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for He hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, He hath covered me with the robe of righteousness…”


14 thoughts on “YOU ARE… ROYALTY

  1. This is a great piece with deeper meaning when looked beyond the surface. I’m really impressed.

    It truly reminds me of..
    2 Corinthians 3:6 KJV
    Who also hath made us able ministers of the new testament; not of the letter, but of the spirit: for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.

    Keep it up 👍

  2. This is a beautiful piece. We all try to feel among instead of standing out, so we lose our royalty to become mere peasants,not knowing who we are.

  3. This is a wonderful write up. May God help to appreciate our garment of righteousness and keep it jealously in Jesus name.

  4. What a writeup! There was so, so much embedded in it. I pray God gives us the grace to know who we truly are in him. More grace sis.

  5. What a beautiful writeup! There was so, so much embedded in it. I pray God gives us the grace to know who we truly are in him. More grace sis.

    1. Wow!!
      What a write-up,what an inspiration.
      Let your light so shine before men that may see God and glorify your father in heaven and for our lights to shine bright we need to stand out.
      Thanks Sis
      Keep up the good work.


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