As I was walking with my Father near a beautiful ocean, I asked Him a couple of things. I didn’t understand, could there me more to mankind, Daddy? What are the qualities of a King? I have no idea what royalty looks like, and if I’ve ever met a King..these men must be of another species of royalty. Then I gain the courage up to ask Him, “Father, what are the qualities of a King?”
My Father turns to me and smiles at me. Then He answered me by explaining:
“In this world, there are two types of men. There is man and there’s a King. The examples you have seen in this world do not exemplify my definition of a King. They are very rare to cross paths with. My precious daughter, a King is not someone that possesses much wealth or high status because those kind have gained favor with the world, but never encountered the prescence of Me..the Heavenly King. Such a man has favor with the world, a King finds favor in the heart of the Lord. I smile upon them daily as they are humble and obedient. Glory could never be labeled on their name because they give their strength and credit where it is due. I honor them more than anyone else, because it takes great humility to deny their pride and follow after me.”
I watched my Father gracefully finish explaining these things to me.
“A KING is a warrior. I have placed special strength upon the ones who are going to be made stronger through their weakness. It is a sign…a wonder…of a true one who is going to make it through his battles. Notice, he will never give up. And you will never hear him curse against Me for his circumstances.”
I grew more fascinated. This was no longer a question, but a reality.
“You will be able to recognize the difference because they are hit with the strongest warfare.” My eyes grew wide because I didn’t understand. Why do Kings face trials but the men of the world were able to just live their lives stress free?
It was like He sensed my thoughts, even though He already knew them. “The men of the world live their lives freely. And they have an enemy who wants to keep their soul; so their enemy sends comfort and pleasure their way to keep them distracted. Since they never suffer from trials, they do not know the Source of their strength. They lie comfortably, never suffering or doing without because pleasure and selfish desires consume them. They do not know how to be dependent on Me in their weakness. Neither do they face much weakness, and if they did, they would never admit to it. A King though…He will fight with all the life left in him, even if he is pushed flat on his face before his enemies. Though I did not create the afflictions that these warriors face in their lifetime. I have the power to turn it around for good. I will not allow them to be left destroyed. Through My Power, I will rise them up to defeat every evil thing that tried to conquer them. My love,” He said as he caressed my hand, “You can tell the strength of a King by the position he remains in during his battle.”
“So um. What are you saying?” I asked confused.
“If he is a King, he will not stay on his face. He will take a knee, and call on Me. That’s how you will be able to tell if he can fight his battle. He depends not on his own strength, but on the Source of power that is within him. Me…”
I have so many more questions. I want to know more. But wait…this is all starting to make sense. A man has to be anointed as a King. He is called…no wait…chosen.
“Does that help you understand?” He said to me. We finally stopped and turned towards each other.
“One more question. What would make you grant favor upon a King?”
“Well.” He paused for a moment and began staring in my eyes. I really got His attention with that question. “He gains favor because of his surrender. I choose the King, but it is his choice whether to accept me, and allow me to elevate him in higher places.” Another pause… “But as you have asked, other than his total surrender to me. I have set the special favor upon him by the prayers of Queens all over the world. And because of their prayers, I will have favor upon the Kings.”
“Okay, Father. I clearly understand everything now.”
It all made sense. I understood the royalty. The strength. The humility. The anonting that one man, no…one King had.
“Father, I had to ask you. I never truly understood what King looked like, but You are all knowing. And I asked because I have recognized what one looks like. It all makes sense now.”
He pulled a tiara from inside His robe. “You…are a Queen.”