Our nobility, our dignity, does not lie in something we have done to earn becoming God's children. It is not a knighthood earned by our great deeds. It has more to do with the greatness of the One who has made us His - who loved us and made us His own. In many ways, it is not unlike the great loves we have known here on earth. We know it almost instinctively, that it is not we who are so special that someone has to love me.
Love is always a gift.
I become special because of the one who loves me and gives themself to me. And the status of the one who loves me, the one to whom I belong, reflects deeply on my own. A person who is married to someone who is abusive, who has no regard for themself or anyone else, soon feels like they are worth very little too. But when Cinderella marries the prince, she is no longer the girl that cleans the cinders from the fireplace. They know my voice and hear me.