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Reflecting the Light:
Daughters of the King
Recently the photo turned up on my Facebook and I couldn’t resist sharing it again. My friend of many decades and I are wearing long, flowing skirts and little diadems on our heads. We are seated on chairs fixed up to look like thrones, and have girlish grins, enjoying the fun of playing dress-up for a few moments. For my re-post comment, I wrote, “Playing princess? Wait a minute, we are princesses!”
Every year for many years, until the pandemic, a good number of us enjoyed meeting for an annual spring retreat of English-speaking women in Mexico. Each time there is a special theme for the speaker, for the decorations, and for some activities. That year we were reminded that we are daughters of a King. At the photo booth, there was a chance to join with friends for a portrait or two, switching from jeans to swishy skirts and a bit of bling to remember our royal status.
It was spring, with the jacaranda tree in the back yard of the retreat center a mass of lavender. Women all the way from teenagers to those with greying tresses find common bonds, spiritual and others, as we play together, work on art or crafts together, exercise together, worship together, and soak in messages from visiting speakers.
That year, before we headed home, each of us was given a small pewter bowl with the image of a…
