She doesn’t know that she’s a princess… Wearing her tattered dress and shoes that are at least three sizes too big, she walks awkwardly in her high-heels and stumbles…catches herself…stumbles again…and keeps walking. Her tiara, obviously missing a few rhinestones, sits diagonally across her forehead amidst a tousle of disheveled curls, She looks like she’s playing dress up, but she’s definitely a princess. She just doesn’t know it…yet…
As a little girl, she never wanted to be a princess. Though she loved all things pink, spent hours playing dress up, and wore frills and lace, she wasn’t a girly-girl. She always felt awkward…out of place…Similar to Cinderella she was a ‘do-er’. She did her chores without complaint. She kept everything in order…always looking over her shoulder to see if she was being watched. She longed to be rescued…But you would never know it by looking at her or talking to her. She accepted her duties and responsibilities and dreamed what she believed were dreams for someone else.
At times she felt like Rapunzel. Locked away behind her white picket fence, she was reminded daily to trust no one. She was kept hidden, and her secrets were concealed and undetected. She thought she was happy. She believed she was safe. And her heartfelt longings to know more…to see more…to experience more…she kept stifled and suppressed…She remained invisible, undetected, and afraid.
But today, something was different. For one brief second, when she looked in the mirror she saw a princess…a real princess. In the mirror, wearing a beautiful pale pink satin dress, a perfectly placed tiara with real diamonds, and standing confidently in her glass slippers, she saw her. It was like a dream…Her heart fluttered, but she quickly stifled it…that reflection wasn’t real, and something definitely not worth hoping for…not for her, anyway.
She looked again at the reflection and was reminded of who she is and who she isn’t…teetering in her scuffed heels, fidgeting with her untidy pink and white spotted cotton dress, and readjusting the plastic tiara, she is brought swirling back to reality. Biting her nails and wiping a stray tear that slipped from her bewildered eyes, she returns to her ‘doing’ and shuts the gate to the white-picket dungeon of her heart. Here she is safe. Here is where she finds comfort. Here is where she must remain.
In her mind it’s all pretend, a fantasy she should be ashamed of hoping for…but she just doesn’t see what He sees…not yet. She IS a real princess…a polka-dot princess…
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Polka-Dot Princess
She doesn’t know that she’s a princess… Wearing her tattered dress and shoes that are at least three sizes too big, she walks awkwardly in her high-heels and stumbles…catches herself…stumbles again…and keeps walking. Her tiara, obviously missing a few rhinestones, sits diagonally across her forehead amidst a tousle of disheveled curls, She looks like she’s playing dress up, but she’s definitely a princess. She just doesn’t know it…yet…
As a little girl, she never wanted to be a princess. Though she loved all things pink, spent hours playing dress up, and wore frills and lace, she wasn’t a girly-girl. She always felt awkward…out of place…Similar to Cinderella she was a ‘do-er’. She did her chores without complaint. She kept everything in order…always looking over her shoulder to see if she was being watched. She longed to be rescued…But you would never know it by looking at her or talking to her. She accepted her duties and responsibilities and dreamed what she believed were dreams for someone else.
At times she felt like Rapunzel. Locked away behind her white picket fence, she was reminded daily to trust no one. She was kept hidden, and her secrets were concealed and undetected. She thought she was happy. She believed she was safe. And her heartfelt longings to know more…to see more…to experience more…she kept stifled and suppressed…She remained invisible, undetected, and afraid.
But today, something was different. For one brief second, when she looked in the mirror she saw a princess…a real princess. In the mirror, wearing a beautiful pale pink satin dress, a perfectly placed tiara with real diamonds, and standing confidently in her glass slippers, she saw her. It was like a dream…Her heart fluttered, but she quickly stifled it…that reflection wasn’t real, and something definitely not worth hoping for…not for her, anyway.
She looked again at the reflection and was reminded of who she is and who she isn’t…teetering in her scuffed heels, fidgeting with her untidy pink and white spotted cotton dress, and readjusting the plastic tiara, she is brought swirling back to reality. Biting her nails and wiping a stray tear that slipped from her bewildered eyes, she returns to her ‘doing’ and shuts the gate to the white-picket dungeon of her heart. Here she is safe. Here is where she finds comfort. Here is where she must remain.
In her mind it’s all pretend, a fantasy she should be ashamed of hoping for…but she just doesn’t see what He sees…not yet. She IS a real princess…a polka-dot princess…
As a little girl, she never wanted to be a princess. Though she loved all things pink, spent hours playing dress up, and wore frills and lace, she wasn’t a girly-girl. She always felt awkward…out of place…Similar to Cinderella she was a ‘do-er’. She did her chores without complaint. She kept everything in order…always looking over her shoulder to see if she was being watched. She longed to be rescued…But you would never know it by looking at her or talking to her. She accepted her duties and responsibilities and dreamed what she believed were dreams for someone else.
At times she felt like Rapunzel. Locked away behind her white picket fence, she was reminded daily to trust no one. She was kept hidden, and her secrets were concealed and undetected. She thought she was happy. She believed she was safe. And her heartfelt longings to know more…to see more…to experience more…she kept stifled and suppressed…She remained invisible, undetected, and afraid.
But today, something was different. For one brief second, when she looked in the mirror she saw a princess…a real princess. In the mirror, wearing a beautiful pale pink satin dress, a perfectly placed tiara with real diamonds, and standing confidently in her glass slippers, she saw her. It was like a dream…Her heart fluttered, but she quickly stifled it…that reflection wasn’t real, and something definitely not worth hoping for…not for her, anyway.
She looked again at the reflection and was reminded of who she is and who she isn’t…teetering in her scuffed heels, fidgeting with her untidy pink and white spotted cotton dress, and readjusting the plastic tiara, she is brought swirling back to reality. Biting her nails and wiping a stray tear that slipped from her bewildered eyes, she returns to her ‘doing’ and shuts the gate to the white-picket dungeon of her heart. Here she is safe. Here is where she finds comfort. Here is where she must remain.
In her mind it’s all pretend, a fantasy she should be ashamed of hoping for…but she just doesn’t see what He sees…not yet. She IS a real princess…a polka-dot princess…
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