Daughter Of A King

I was going to blog about my pioneer heritage today in celebration of Pioneer Day ... Something else came up though, I received a call last night from an old friend ... I will call her Hope (not her real name). I use to work with Hope and there are times, even now, ten years later, when I wonder why we ever connected ... we are SO different from each other. Anyway, I haven't spoken to Hope for quite some time as we no longer work together so I was a little surprised when she called. Hope proceeded to tell me what a chaotic mess her life was in. After she made some very selfish choices, her husband has left her, her grown daughter won't talk to her, and her teen aged son went with his dad. My heart breaks for her. I am not going to get on a soap box and discuss what I think Hope's mistakes were ... We all have free agency and we came here to learn how to use that agency. We all make mistakes ... I know of only one man who didn't .. and He is the one who paid the price that we wouldn't have to live in the sorrow of our own sin for eternity. Unfortunately for Hope right now is that she has not invited the Savior to be a part of her life, so she doesn't really get it. Hope is one of those women who looks perfect. She is "drop dead gorgeous" and looks as though she just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. It is that very reason that we look "funny" as friends. I am so the opposite of her, physically. I have often wondered what made her want to be my friend. What could I possibly have that she would find interesting?? I think last night I figured it out. We are both daughter's of a King ... I know it, she doesn't and somewhere deep inside her she wants to know, and my mission is to remind her just who she is. Hope, your value is more than your pretty face ... you are "more precious than rubies" and the atonement is there for you too. I have a personal testimony that we are all daughters and son's of a Heavenly Father who loves us. I think Hope "sells herself short" when she doesn't recognize the beauty she has within her. I wrote a poem a couple of years ago and it is perfect for this blog:

The Daughter of A King
Written by Janalea Jeppson 2004

“Who am I?” I have often wondered…
I do not understand my worth.
Do I exist for some great purpose?
Why was I sent to live on earth?
When I look inside the mirror
Sometimes I cannot see
That beyond mortal reflection
A child of God looks back at me!

Does my life reflect my Father’s glory?
Do my choices sing his songs?
Is His image in my countenance?
For that is where my heart belongs.
Mortal life is very noisy.
It distorts the things I hear and see…
That’s when I seek to find some solace
As I pray on bended knee.

Then in faith I hear Him whisper,
He calls my very name.
Then I hear Him gently answer,
And know I will never be the same!
He said: “You are the daughter of a King!
What joy this knowledge brings!
From the days before your birth,
Long passed your mission here on earth
you'll be the daughter of a King!"

Hope, my prayer is that you'll hear this testimony from me so many times that you will eventually understand who you are ...part of the Father lives in you! You are the daughter of a king. I pray that someday you will understand exactly what heaven sees in you!