Here I am again. Remindering. Telling myself to remember the crown I wear. The crown I am. The crown I represent. The life I live is not mine. Not mine alone.
A few years back, I decided to live out the royalty I claim to have. It has presented itself in ways that look no way royal to those with the wrong eyes. But I see.
I see the gifts and blessing flowing toward me. I still have to work on walking above my station, by service in any time and space. Even if I were living at the top of the highest echelon of life’s hierarchy, I can joyfully serve. It starts with service.
The responsibility of royalty is a crown of service.