Royal Blood
The PBS TV station has been showing movies of kings and queens of England. I have watched 3 shows of “Victoria” who was the queen of England, and a show called “Secret of Six Wives” the story of King Henry the 8th who had six wives. I love those historical shows. When I was in elementary school, I read through all the books of the kings and queens of England and France. I was mesmerized by the stories of their lives, the lavish lifestyles, and their impact on the present day.
And now I’ve discovered while doing my family tree that I have royalty in my dna. Oh it’s way back there a thousand years ago, and I’m not the only one who is a descendant, that’s for sure. If you figure that he is my 33rd great grandfather, then the possibility of being a descendant of his is astronomical. The way I figure it, there would be 8.5 million descendants, if he had 2 children and each child had two. You wouldn’t recognize the name, so I won’t mention it but he really was a ruler of the area which became England.
I’ve had my dna tested and it shows 65% of my dna was from the British Isles, so I really am English and Irish. That’s proof, isn’t it? I am Eunice and Roscoe’s darling daughter and their dna flows through my veins. In addition to what I inherited in my dna, the physical possessions that belonged to my parents became mine and my siblings when they both passed away.
I am also a child of the Creator, the Lord God Almighty. I am His child and He is my Father. I’m His favorite, but He has millions of favorites.
“The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ.” Romans 8:16-17. NKJV.
I’m a descendant of God, His darling daughter, and His spiritual dna flows in my spirit.
Loving to Read
Mother let me walk by myself to the library one summer when I was about 9 to get a library card and check out my first book. The librarian Mrs. Moss suggested a book for me. Three days later I was back to get another book. Then a few days after that, I was back. Mrs. Moss told me then that I could take more than one if I would be very careful and bring them back on time.
I started taking home two books and then three. The Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, plus Black Beauty and all those books that were available for my age.
I have often wondered just how I developed a desire to read at such an early age. Our daddy was a voracious reader, but he worked out of town all the time. Mother didn’t seem to have time to read, but she always had newspapers and books at our house. My older sister had been a very good reader, the teachers told me, so they expected me to like to read too.
One thing I loved to read from the beginning was the little Bible story cards we received in Sunday School, with a picture on one side and a scripture verse and lesson on the other.
Therefore you shall lay up these words of mine in your heart and in your soul…. You shall teach them to your children, speaking of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. And you shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates, that your days and the days of your children may be multiplied in the land of which the Lord swore to your fathers to give them, like the days of the heavens above the earth. Deut. 11:18-21.NKJV.
God used these little scripture cards to develop the desire to read in my heart, so that I could learn His word.
Framing Your World
Don’t blame your parents or society or religion. Of course, bad things happen even to good people, but the outcome of your life depends on what you say. After all, your ultimate eternal salvation depends simply on your believing in your heart that Jesus is the Son of God and confessing with your mouth that He is Lord.
says, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.”
We frame our world just like God does, with our words.
The Prodigal
Luke 15 tells the story of a prodigal son who squandered all his inheritance and ended up slopping hogs in a foreign country, with nothing to eat but corn husks.
But the Bible says he came to himself. He came to his senses and suddenly realized what was going on. He thought to himself, “The servants of my father’s house are better off than I am. At least, they have food to eat.”
He prepared his speech. “I’ll tell my father, ‘I am no longer worthy to be called your son; just make me one of your hired servants.’ ” Half-naked, barefoot, starving, smelling like hog slop, the son turned in the direction of home.
The father’s heart yearned for the son’s return. Every day the father watched the road, expecting his son to return. Watching. Waiting.
It didn’t matter if he was worthy or not, he would always be the father’s son. The father told the servants to bring the best robe, a ring, and sandals. Prepare a feast with that calf they had been saving for a special occasion. This was a celebration! The son had come home.
Do you know a prodigal son or daughter? Pray that he will come to himself, come to his senses. Ask the Lord to open his eyes.
Paul prayed a prayer for the Ephesian church, in Eph. 1:17, that “the eyes of their understanding may be enlightened,” that their spiritual eyes will be opened to the truth.
When you pray this prayer for your prodigal, you better start getting the calf fattened up, the musical instruments in tune, the balloons inflated, the confetti prepared. Get the “Welcome Home” banners strung across the front of the house and the yellow ribbons tied to the trees. Call all your friends and prepare the banquet room.
The prodigal will come home.