A friend recently asked me where my blog name came from.

At first, I didn’t really have a good answer for her. “I don’t know, I just kind of came up with it!” I casually replied. (Anyone else really bad at having good answers when you’re put on the spot?)

But after I sat in it for a little while, I knew exactly what I SHOULD have told her… because I didn’t just pull “The King’s Daughter” out of thin air. I intentionally named it that as my own identity reminder.

My anxiety journey? It’s a path I wouldn’t have chosen for myself. The pain, exhaustion, overwhelm, and fear I’ve had to battle is not something I would have picked if I had been given the choice.

Anxiety has taken so much from me. But it’s given me so much, too.

It’s helped me find the me that’s been buried beneath so much insecurity and shame. It’s helped me cling to God like I never have before. It’s helped me discover the really big dream of writing my story publicly for the whole wide world to read. And each time I post something on this page, I see the name at the top and I remember WHO I am and WHOSE I am… His daughter.

And it’s the cry of my heart that every other woman out there who reads my words will remember exactly who SHE is… His daughter.

A daughter who is seen, known, held, and loved.

A daughter who is adored, cherished, prayed for, and cared for.

A daughter of The One True King.

God, may the words spoken here be full of Your hope, Your love, and Your truth… and would every woman who reads them be reminded to take a deep breath, lift her eyes up to You, and straighten the beautiful crown You gave her.

Because no matter what this life throws her way and no matter what anyone has or ever will tell her, she will forever and always be Yours…

The King’s Daughter.

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