Daughter’s of the King: An Encouraing Message from Liz

A week ago, we had the pleasure of hearing Liz Roeder speak to all of us at the Daughter’s of the King tea party. We are posting her message for all those ladies who were not able to join us that day. Please read and enjoy!

 

We’re here today celebrating a special day for women, Mother’s day.

We’re celebrating it as mothers, daughters, grandmothers, granddaughters, sisters, aunts, nieces and girlfriends. We are celebrating a gift we have all been given by God of womanhood.  Many of you have probably heard of the HGTV show, Divine Design.  As women, we are God’s Divine Design.  Passages in Genesis show that we are the beautiful handiwork of our Creator as He created us in His image. And we are the finishing design of all that He created as we were the last to be created, the finishing touch. I guess you could say that He left the best for last! Except we did eat the forbidden fruit!

Now Mother’s day may be a joyous time for many of you and for others  it may be a day you’d just soon forget, a day that is even painful.  Many of you may be blessed with wonderful mothers while some of you may not have/had a good relationship with your mother.  Some of you may be blessed with children and others may be unable to bear children, or maybe you’re grieving the loss of your mother or a child. We have all come here today with various emotions and from different places in life.

Personally, I find this day to be bittersweet. It’s bitter in that I miss my mother who died 6 years ago. But it’s also sweet as I am blessed with a wonderful family, children and now a grandchild. It’s also sweet as I was blessed with a wonderful mother. She was the kind of mother that I could talk to about anything and I have fond memories of her.

Our theme of “tea time” is personal and special to me. In my mom’s latter years after my dad died, I was pretty much her caretaker as she was quite crippled from rheumatoid arthritis. I would come over to her house weekly and help her with her cleaning and laundry and then would wash and set her hair. After our chores were done, we always took the time in the afternoon to have a cup of tea (always Lipton) and something sweet as my mom loved her sweets such as a donut or cookies. Tea was something my mom grew up with as she was of Scottish/English descent and very proud of it I might add.

My mom grew up in a time where there was a fascination with British royalty, much like there is today. Her name was Margaret Mary Robinson. She was named after Princess Margaret who was Queen Elizabeth’s sister. My name is Elizabeth Louise, which is a name affiliated with 2 of England’s most famous queens.

After my mom’s death, my sister and I decided to go to Scotland and England in honor of my mom’s heritage.  She was from the Robertson clan in Scotland and we wanted to find out more about our ancestral roots or identity as Robertson’s. Who were the Robertson’s, where did they live, could we have any royal blood? In all likelihood my chances of having royal blood were pretty slim as most of the Scottish immigrants who came to North America were very poor.

On our tour we were able to see many castles and palaces. One of our stops on the tour was the city of Edinburgh. Overlooking the city sitting on top of a hill is the Edinburgh Castle.  Within the castle was a small chapel named the “Margaret Mary Chapel” which was special to me since it carried my mom’s name.

Edinburgh is quite a majestic city. The Royal Mile, which is a mile of shops designed for tourists, connects the castle to the Palace of Holyrood–the Queen of England’s Scottish residence.

Since our theme today is that of royalty, being a Daughter of the King, I want to spend the rest of my time telling you what that means to me. You see, I am of royalty as I’m a daughter of THE King, and the name of that King is Jesus Christ. I’m also a child of God as I’ve been adopted into His Kingdom.

There was a time in my life when that wasn’t so.  I was searching for my identity, not my ancestral identity, but a spiritual one. I was struggling emotionally, with my thoughts, and suffered from anxiety and depression. You could also say I had a poor self image. I was searching for a purpose in life and also for peace of mind. I was actually pretty miserable and lost.

I believed in God but it wasn’t making a difference in my life. I felt a yearning for something to fill this hole that was inside of me. I looked to the things of the world to fill it but they never satisfied that yearning.  I  actually didn’t know what I was yearning for.  Like the U2 song goes, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.

About this time in my life, a coworker befriended me and invited me to her church’s bible study. She also invited me to a women’s event at another church where I bought some books that were written by the pastor’s wife of that large church. The pastor and his wife are both from England. One of those books was ironically entitled Queen of Hearts and was about the Proverbs 31 woman.

It wasn’t until a few years later that God used that book and the preaching of the Word  from that English pastor to open my eyes to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. As I heard the Word of God and the Gospel preached, God gave me the faith to believe that what I was hearing was true. For the first time in my life I truly understood the Gospel, that Jesus died on the cross on my behalf, for my sins, in my place so I could live in eternity with God. My eyes were opened as I saw my sins for what they were, an offense against a Holy God. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I realized His great love for me. I realized that His gift of salvation was just that, a gift. There was nothing I could do to earn it which was totally different from what I heard as a child in the church I was in. Ephesians 2:8 is an important verse to me as it says, “For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works so that no one may boast.”

As a daughter of the King, Jesus, I have a new name, a new identity. Since I’ve been adopted into the kingdom of God, my name, Elizabeth Louise, is written in the lamb’s book of life. I have been named one of the chosen or elect by God. The bible says I’m a new creation in Christ and because of His forgiveness of sins, I can put those burdens of shame, guilt and past failures at the foot of the cross and leave them there. He has given me all the power I need  through the Holy Spirit to overcome and fight those ongoing sins in my life. He has given me a new purpose in life and that is to lead a life that honors and glorifies Him by being a servant to my King and serving His people.

When in Scotland I found out that the clan system started around the 12th century. Each clan was identified by their own colors and patterns. The weavers in each clan or regional area, developed the individual colors and patterns using the dyes available in each regional area such as plants, and berries. The Robertson clan tartan is a combination of bright red, royal blue and green.

While traveling in Scotland, I got to see the area where the Robertson clan lived. It’s in the Highlands and is absolutely beautiful with moors– rolling hills covered in purple and brown from all the heather and peat bogs; glens—a narrow and deep mountain valley and lochs or lakes. I’m sure many of you have heard of the Loch Ness monster, which by the way we didn’t see when we were there.

As a daughter of THE King, not a king, I’m royalty in God’s family. Nothing on earth, even as grand as it may be, will compare for what He is preparing for me in heaven.  And guess what, I found out that I am a descendent of Scottish royalty. One historian stated that the Robertson’s of a certain regional area, Struan in Perthshire, are the oldest family in Scotland and they are descended from Scotland’s earliest Kings.  I also found out that their claim to fame was that one of the Robertson’s captured the murderers of James I and was made royalty. He took for his motto, “Glory the reward of valour.”  Our crest is a right hand holding an Imperial crown. We also have our own castle in the area of Blair Athol.

Jesus says in John 14:2, “In my Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you, for I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself that where I am, there you may be also.”

This place He is preparing for me will be more beautiful than I could ever imagine, more beautiful than what I saw in Scotland. Instead of a castle, He is preparing a mansion for me. It says in Revelation that Heaven, the New Jerusalem, is going to be brilliant with the glory of God. The city is pure gold and the streets are pure gold—not like our gold but clear and transparent. The walls will be made out of jasper which won’t be like our jasper but it will be like a clear, perfect diamond. The foundation stones of the wall are adorned with every kind of precious stone such as jasper, sapphires, emeralds, topaz and amethysts along with many other stones.

The crown jewels won’t even compare to it’s beauty.

The city will have no need for the sun or the moon to shine on it as the glory of God will illuminate it and it’s lamp will be Jesus.  God’s glory will shine through these clear, perfect gems and stream over the new
heaven and the new earth. The presence of God will fill the entire new heaven and new earth. What a sight that will be!

As a daughter of the King, I am clothed in Jesus’ righteousness. When He saved me, He gave me His righteousness. He took my sins and declared me not guilty before the throne of God. The only thing I brought to my salvation was my sin. Instead of being clothed in my clan’s tartan, now I am clothed in dazzling white. It states in Revelation 7:9:

“After these things I looked and behold a great multitude which no one could count from every nation and all tribes and peoples and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, and palm branches were in their hands; and they cry out with a loud voice saying, Salvation to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”

In heaven, the New Jerusalem, I would like my crest to be one of God’s right hand holding me up as it states in Isaiah, Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. In my times of weakness, and there have been many, He has been my strength and holds me up. And my motto will be as I’m standing before THE King, “Glory to the King, my Lord and Savior.”

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