When my son Judah was five and a half years old, he came running into my room first thing in the morning to tell me he had a dream. He told me that his dream was AMAZING.
He dreamed that he was outside on our deck looking at stars. God lifted him up and took him to another part of our deck near one of our trees and told him, “Your mother is a queen, and she is going to be a queen for the rest of her life.” He saw me dressed in a royal gown with a crown of jewels on my head. After telling me the dream, Judah looked at me in a way he had never looked at me before. With adoration in his eyes, he giggled and hugged me. He kissed me and said, “You were a REAL queen. I wonder what that dream means?”
He told all of his siblings the dream. He told my husband the dream, to which my husband responded with, “Your mommy IS a queen. She is queen of our house, and you need to love her and honor her.” Judah proceeded to hug me and stroke my hair and look at me with wonder the whole rest of the day. This got me thinking.
If you are a woman who belongs to Jesus, then you are a queen. A queen is one who is married to a king. God is King of the universe, Jesus is God in the flesh, and we are the Bride of Christ.
Before Judah’s dream, I had heard that still small voice of the Holy Spirit tell me, “You are training for reigning.” I’d be doing little mundane tasks for our family or for our church and I’d hear again, “You are training for reigning.” I wondered what this meant. I am beginning to understand.
My home is my kingdom.
My home is the place where I rule and reign. My husband is the king of our home, and I am his queen. Under the Lordship of Jesus, together we make decisions for our family. Together we decide who and what we will allow in, and who and what we will keep out. We protect (as best as we can with God’s help) our little kingdom.
As I clean, cook, and organize the affairs of our household, I am being the queen that God has called me to be.
Now, my castle is not perfect. My days of ruling are filled with changing diapers, endless loads of laundry, dishes often piled up, and yard work always to be done. Don’t look too close or you’ll see dust lining my bookshelves, smudges on my windows, crumbs underneath my fridge and stove. You get the picture.
BUT… My home is more than a house. My home is a training ground. I am raising children to go out of my home and into the world, to be light and love, to make a difference for the good and glory of God!
My home is a dwelling place, a place for God’s name to be lifted up. My home is a place for creativity and fun. My home is a haven, and I, queen of this home, am at the very heart of it.
Ephesians 2:4-7 says, “But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.”
Father God, King of the Universe, thank you for loving us so much that you gave us your Son to save us, redeem us, and make us your bride! Open the eyes of our understanding so that we can see who we are in you. We want to glorify your name in our homes. We want to be the queen of our homes that you have made us to be. Purify our hearts and minds as we humble ourselves before you. Help us to be brides who are ready and willing to rule and reign with you! In Jesus’ name we pray.
Author: Melissa Holmlund