2006-01-04 - 5:47 p.m.
When I was little, I liked to play dress-up. I would put on my mother's fancy clothes (old nightgowns) and pretend I was a princess. Oh, but I was no ordianry princess! No, I hated being a princess and I would run away to have adventures with my faithful compainion (one of my beanie babies). I would take my basket of all the things I would take to run away with and go in the backyard. Here is where the story would diverge. Sometimes I would find a house of dwarves and cook for them in the sandbox and then a prince would find me and fall in love with me, sometimes I would find a poor young woodcutter (who was really an exiled prince) who would take me in and we would fall in love. The story changed each time. But each time I would fall in love with someone and right afterwards be stolen away by some horrible figure (a jealous aunt, an ugle count) and my new found love would save me. Everytime. He never failed.
How did I know at such an early age that I wanted someone who would never fail me? I certainly had never met a man of his like? Yet deep inside I knew that whenever I was in trouble and needed to be rescued, I wanted my rescuer to be perfect. At that age, my desire for God was already written on my heart, as I believe it is on every girls heart. Every girl wants to be saved my the dashingly magnificent hero and live happily ever after with more adventures to come. How many times do I settle for a hero less than what I need? No ordinary man can save me from where I am. No, I need someone extordinary. I need Jesus Christ. He is the only one able to live up to my desire. I can not turn to the world for the desires of my heart, I must turn to Him who the impossible is possible. I must trust my Prince.
