This is my crown. I totally love it, I have a thing for fake pearls and delicate leaves. Yes, fake pearls. Call me crazy, but I never really wanted anything that was actually grown in an oyster’s behind.
Guys will have to go get their own crown, this one is mine. No doubt most guys would prefer something a bit weightier anyway, more substantial. Go for it, just remember those card board crowns they pass out at Burger King don’t count. You have to get yourself a real, grown up crown.
There is a lot of tragedy, grief all around me. I suppose there is everywhere, it’s just that it becomes more personal, closer to home in a small area. I know of everyone.
Getting older can be kind of hard, too. Every time some guy does something awful or has something awful done to him, I flash back to that little guy playing in my sprinkler on a sunny day, all that innocence, joy and potential….. and then what I call teh stoopid. Teh stoopid strikes far too often. Teh stoopid always leaves me melancholy for what once was.
Little dude, you forgot your crown. You left home without it. Something made you forget you are part of a royal priesthood, the son of Most High God. How could you forget you were born of a King? Whatever happened to your crown?! Whatever happened to you?
Love hurts, it just does, always. It often leaves you so powerless, unable to do anything at all, except offer up your tears so God can collect them in a bottle. Those tears have value to God and if you love much, you’re simply going to cry much. It is what it is.
Oh, but I do wish more people would straighten their crown and remember who they are, Whose they are, that they would wear their crown proudly knowing they were bought and paid for, signed, sealed and delivered, ransomed at great cost. Teh stoopid cannot touch you if you just remember that one thing. “My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.” -John 10:29
No man is able to snatch us out of our Father’s hand. Not one, but you have to stand in that promise, you have to claim it, and you have to straighten your crown. You may not “feel” as if you are worth much, but your heavenly Father thought you were to die for. To wear anything less than the finest crown in honor of Him is just a travesty.
….Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there’s pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name…
Marie Christine said:
“Oysters behind”! YES!
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insanitybytes22 said:
I know, right? It would be like wearing a string of kidney stones or something. Obviously, I have pearl issues. 😉
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Marie Christine said:
haha YES!
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megdekorne said:
So beautiful written and inspiring to me , especially today in the ” bleak mid winter ” ….sending love 🙏🏽❤🙏🏽
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Debbie L said:
Sweet post!
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Andy Oldham said:
I happen to like oysters, lol. Your post a great reminder of Whose we are, and our crown, when we remember to wear it correctly represents who we serve. Great post IB
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lovelifeandgod said:
I love this. Jesus wore a crown of thorns so you could wear a crown of pearls. So many lovely parallels. 🙂
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Salvageable said:
Trivia time: the “crown” of the New Testament was made of the leaves and branches of the laurel tree. Such a crown was awarded to winning athletes in the ancient Olympics and similar contests. Julius Caesar wore such a crown as an emblem of his office (and, allegedly, to hide his baldness). Of course a crown made of leaves does not last long, which is why even today winners are warned not to rest on their laurels. This is added context for the promises of Peter and Paul (I Peter 5:4 and I Corinthians 9:25) that Christians are awarded a crown that is imperishable and will never fade. J.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Great trivia! Thanks, Salvageable.
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Julie (aka Cookie) said:
you’re in good company IB, Barbara Bush loves her “faux” strand…
now that Pelosi woman is a whole different story….. 🙂
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ColorStorm said:
Now that is funny……….that pelosi woman…………
Don’t act like a pelosi……..get your pelosi off my lawn……….. I need a haircut, gimme a pelosi…….
Oh boy, what fun with this one J, but we need to be graicious nonetheless eh, as hard as it is. 😉
But I agree, she makes my eyes hurt.
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Julie (aka Cookie) said:
😎
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Julie (aka Cookie) said:
Hers are the more costly south sea variety
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ColorStorm said:
Oh great, now we have to apologize to the couture of the octopii………those fashionably clad lovely sea creatures. 😉
Good thing they are not politicians though, they would have all those mitts in everything……….
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Julie (aka Cookie) said:
🙂
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dawnlizjones said:
Such great perspective!
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dawnlizjones said:
Reblogged this on INSPIRATION with an ATTITUDE and commented:
Currently, some of the girls in my middle school have taken to wearing a little crown on their birthday. I love it; it’s a fun way of saying, hey-I’m-pretty-glad-I-was-born! So this post from one of my fave bloggish buds is special. Embracing our true identity isn’t about showcasing me, but Someone much bigger, as in, hey-I’m-so-glad-I-was-born-again! Here it is~~~
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you for the reblog, much appreciated. 🙂
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Savoring Sixty and Beyond said:
Love this!!!!
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thanks. 🙂
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Celebrate His Love said:
Love this post… Thank you for the reminder!
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Eyes Straight Ahead (Shell Vera) said:
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this. I have recently come to a place where I have remembered to keep my chin positioned well so my crown doesn’t tilt.
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insanitybytes22 said:
LOL! Well now, there you go! Wearing a crown does take some skill, you have to keep your chin up so it doesn’t slip off.
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ohsusannasays said:
Beautiful post! I look forward to following your blog!!!
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you. 🙂
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