The Tempted Princess

For Snow White, it was a hooded witch and a shiny red apple.

For Eve, it was a slithering serpent and possibly a glossy pomegranate.

Any princess can fall to temptation,  given a clever disguise, a sharp hook, and a marvelous piece of bait.

And what bait could more innocent than the charmed deliciousness of sweet fruit?

The fruit did no damage.

The hook that pierced their souls was the more.

The charm of more.

The allure of greater.

The promise of better.

But a promise of better…from wicked tongues.

Such a proposal would flatly be denied in any other circumstance.

But this was no ordinary circumstance.

These offers were unbelievable.

Snow White’s eyelids fluttered excitedly as the witch spoke.

From her wrinkled jowls, she heard guarantees of true love.  

Thrilling forever goosebumps love.

And not just philosophical wisdom, the serpent whispered to Eve.

But divine powerful almighty knowledge.

Pure love and sharp wisdom.

Irresistible items that ultimately made them suffer and led to calamitous results.

Irresistible items that are given by God and with no strings attached.

Any princess can fall to temptation, given a clever disguise, a sharp hook, and a marvelous piece of bait.

Remember the King freely gives His daughters what others make them pay for.

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 “Now, most people would not be willing to die for an upright person, though someone might perhaps be willing to die for a person who is especially good. But God showed His great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.”
-Romans 5:7-8
 
If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and He will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking.”
-James 1:5
 
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Princess

As they trek through the forest.

The King continues to hold up the princess.

The daughter who forgot she once wore a crown.

He has many like her.

The daughters with circumstances that challenge their position.

The daughters with impressionable minds that lead to poor choices.

The daughters who are completely unaware of their royal birth.

These daughters may be angry, weary, or damaged.

But they all have the King for a Father.

The King

I can’t.

I can’t go on.

The words, weak and soft, were barely heard to her own ears.

She was so weary.

Her journey was long and rough.

Rough enough to lead her to a forest of broken trees and dead soil.

But she was so weary.

She walked a couple of steps more to a tree stump, where she eagerly collapsed.

She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.

Unwanted tears spilled down her face but she didn’t wipe them away.

She just took a deep breath.

And exhaled.

Deep breath

And exhaled.

She lay there for a while in the quiet of night.

Too weary to move.

Too weary to speak.

Too weary to care.

Until a question came from behind her.

“What’s wrong?”

Without turning around, she exhaled,“I’m so tired. I don’t know what to do. I’m not good enough. I’m not doing enough of the right things.  I’m just…not.”

“Who told you that you’re not?”

Silence returned to the air as she thought.

She finally answered in a shy voice,“No one. I just feel like I am.”

“Don’t you remember who you are?”

She felt something suddenly placed on her head.

She sat up and took it off to discover it was a crown. A gold one. Her name engraved on it in script.

“My daughters are forever redeemed, eternally safe, and loved forevermore. So says the King.”

She examined the crown.

Smooth solid gold.

Every precious stone imaginable surrounding the rim.

“But,” she sighed. “I don’t even know what’s what anymore. I don’t even know what the plan is.”

“You don’t have to know what it is. You just have to follow Me.”

She looked at the crown again, enjoying its beauty.

It truly was a gorgeous sight.

And she was amazed that it could even fit her.

Balancing the crown between her hands, she hesitated and looked at the King.

“ Remember who you are. Walk in confidence for every word I say is true.”

She placed the crown back on her head.

Slid it right.

Slid it left.

Til it was right in the center.

It fit her perfectly for it was custom-made.

“But what are You even doing here?” the princess asked. “This is no place for a King.”

The King smiled at her question.

Wherever My children go, I go.”

“Even to a place like this?”

“Even to a place like this.”

The princess felt peace as the King helped her up from the ground.

He held her up as they walked.

Slowly out of the forest.