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.




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