Appropriate Attire

It is said that everyone has a love language.
A love language is how you manifest love to another.
It is also how you desire love to be manifested to you.
It always sounded very complicated to me.

However, through the years, I saw that there is indeed a pattern.
I see it in my family as they interact with each other.
I see it in me as I love them.
It really is our default response.

I know that my love language is quality time.
I love one on one time with those I love.
I do not need gifts.
I need presence.

My husband’s love language is acts of service.
I have learned that I need to be careful when I ask him to do something.
He will drop what he is doing and help me in that instant.
I often have to preface my request with, this does not need to be done now, but…

My husband’s acts of service extend to our children as well.
Since he is quite handy, he is always willing to help them with projects, when asked.
They do ask, though they never take advantage of his time or generosity.
One such project began last year and was finished this year.

Our younger son and his wife have a lovely home.
They have steps up to their front door and steps down to their patio in the back.
The original steps were made of pressure treated lumber.
They started to look worn so my husband and son decided to replace them.

Once you dismantle something, you never know what you will find underneath.
The underlying structure needed to be fortified, so my husband rebuilt everything.
Father and son worked hard for a few days to tear apart and rebuild with Trex lumber.
When finished, after a weekend of work, the new steps looked lovely.

My granddaughter was two-years-old when the first set of steps were built.
She pressed her face against the glass storm door to watch her Daddy and Pop-Pop.
Between the rebuilding of the first and second set of steps, another daughter was born.
The two-year-old spectator is now three-years-old and a big sister.

My husband worked the entire weekend with our son to tear apart and rebuild the steps.
They were watched by a sweet three-year-old who pulled up a chair to get a closer look.
My son sent a picture to all of us so we could see what he saw.
My sweet granddaughter sat watching her Pop-Pop, with a tiara on her head.

Why wouldn’t she wear a tiara?
That seemed to be the appropriate attire.
She sat up straight in the chair like a watchman on duty.
Her Daddy and Pop-Pop were rebuilding the steps she walks on every day.

But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light. (1 Peter 2:9)

In Christ, we are royalty.
We are seated with Him in heavenly places.

It is by grace you have been saved! And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus. (Ephesians 2:5,6)

In Christ, we all have a metaphorical tiara.
My granddaughter was simply being a precious little girl.
However, in Christ, we could be sitting there with a tiara on our head.
When we come to Jesus in faith, the old us is torn down and rebuilt into a new person.

Our heart of stone is removed and a heart of flesh is put in its place. (Ezekiel 36:26)
In Christ, we are a new creation, the old is gone, the new has come. (2 Corinthians 5:17)
We are royalty; we are a kingdom of priests.
A tiara is appropriate attire.