I was thinking the other day... I don't think I believe in fairy tales. Looking forward to love, romance, and marriage... One tends to think about fairy tales, and imagines that life might be that magical, that special. But then there's a "Real-life-reality-check" that kicks in at the same time and tells me, "It's not true. Don't believe in fairy tales."
Yet still, somewhere deep inside of me, underneath all of that "I don't think they are real," lies a little princess who desperately hopes that she's wrong. She wants life to surprise her; to show her that fairy tales are real after all. She wants them to be so badly.
That was me. I didn't believe in fairy tales. I hoped I was wrong, that life would surprise me and show me that fairy tales happen after all, but honestly I didn't think it could ever be true...
...Until yesterday, when I realized something. It is true.
This is my story:
- I am a princess. My father is the King of kings.
- I am sought out by a Prince. His name is Jesus.
- My Prince pursued me to the death - He fought the treasure-hoarding dragon, the serpent, my enemy captor, to save me.
- He values me like a precious gem. He fights for me, leads me, defends me, blesses me, and wins my heart and my love. He is my Lord, my Saviour, my King.
- I am a blessing to Him because He has loved me, because He has blessed me, because He has won my heart and my passion. I didn't do anything to make Him want me. But because He wanted me, I adore Him... and that love will bless Him as long as I continue to allow His pursuit of me to draw my heart to His own.
I do believe in fairy tales. I live one every day. "Happily Ever After" is the end of my story; and when He comes to carry me off to His kingdom, what a beautiful day that will be!