The King

Recalling that I have a Father who lets His robe trail among twigs and His nail scarred feet walk upon hard cement to give His daughter her crown.
Thank You, Jesus.

the beautiful project

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…

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The Humble Princess

They spent their days in lowly places.

Faithfully, they worked.

One thoroughly washed soiled linen and dusty windows.

The other diligently toiled for hours, gathering discarded food for her household.

They spent their days in lowly places.

One in an unfamiliar country.

The other in an unloving home.

With little complaint and much dedication,

they spent each day in a lowly place.

It would be so simple to say they deserved to be beneath.

The orphaned daughter to slave for her family.

The foreign widow to leave her birthplace for a foreign land and a new God.

But the lowly place was not the result of a lousy lot in life.  

Rather, it served as a reflection of each woman’s nature.

In their eponymous books, Ruth and Cinderella unselfishly work for the good of those around them.

In particular, Ruth’s sacrificial acts revealed incredible kindness and amazed all who heard. 

Ruth’s pedestrian duties didn’t prevent what was coming.

The sparkling elevation already decided by the Author.

Instead, her life became a demonstration in humility.

A princess with the heart of a servant. 

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When you do things, do not let selfishness or pride be your guide. Instead, be humble and give more honor to others than to yourselves. Do not be interested only in your own life, but be interested in the lives of others.

-Philippians 2:3-4

The Unsuspected Princess

The young woman stood before the queen.

Her shoes were smudged with fresh mud.

Wet hair clung to her scalp and cheeks.

Rainwater made a puddle, dripping from her clothes onto the palace floor.

The queen looked down at the puddle and frowned.

Looked up at the young woman and frowned harder.

The young woman was one.

She was.

But the queen could not see it.

She did not think she was.

Where was her gorgeous skin?

Where was her chic outfit?

Where was her pedigreed background?

Where were they?

The accoutrement of a royal daughter was not visible.

Therefore, the queen did not consider her a princess.

Yet she was.

It took a small pea tucked beneath many mattresses to prove the young woman’s worth.

And to silence the skeptical queen.

She was one.

She was.

But they could not see it.

The accoutrement of a royal daughter was not visible.

Therefore, they did not consider her to be a princess.

Yet, Leah was one.

Plain, unloved Leah was.

She must have had a hard time growing up with a little sister like Rachel.

Rachel, the beaming bombshell who easily caused daily double takes.

So Leah was not treated tenderly, what with her not being as beautiful as her sister.

She was used as a pawn in her father’s scheme to trick her husband, Jacob.

She was disliked by Jacob, who openly preferred Rachel over her.

She was resented by Rachel, who fought to prevail over her through pregnancies.

The three dealt with Leah using the most bitter of emotions, the roughest of approaches, and the coldest of care.

Because Leah was considered undeserving of better.

Unable of esteem.

Unworthy of distinction.

Yet Leah was.

In contrast to how her family treated her, God loved Leah exquisitely, gave her honor, and placed her son in the lineage of the King of Kings, Jesus Christ.

God continually shows that physicality is useless when pinpointing actual limitless value.

His daughters, His princesses, always carry their true treasure where eyes can’t see, within.

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But God told Samuel, “Looks aren’t everything. Don’t be impressed with his looks and stature. I’ve already eliminated him. God judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face; God looks into the heart.”

-I Samuel 16:7

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
 

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.