I spent the first fifteen years of my life wondering why the world didn’t make sense. So, I wished for fairy tales.
Surely everyone was mistaken. Adults, teachers, and story books—maybe they’re all wrong. Maybe fairy tales do exist. Oh, I wanted it be true.
Looking back, a state of emergency should have been declared on my young soul.
I wrestled with the daunting thought that true love and goodness would never make an appearance except in my dreams. Every fiber in me wanted to believe that one day they would show up and show up big.
But circumstances continued to relay contrary and sobering thoughts. It’s all a myth.
When good memories tear away like pieces plucked from your heart, you’re apprehensive.
I could not open myself up to be let down any longer. So, I constructed towering walls to protect my heart and affections. A fortress no one could penetrate. Committed to never be fooled again by hope in people who don’t deliver.
Dreaming of Fairy Tales
A handsome prince and a princess—a maiden lovely in form and beauty. The knight in shining armor. And a magical kingdom where wishes really do come true.
I’m a dreamer. Dreaming that started long, long ago as a child. Visions of fairy tales twirled in my head. Little girl wishes and hopes.
Insecurities magnify the hope of “I wish.” I wish I looked like her. If only he would pick me. Why can’t I have her talent. I wish I were different … things were different … my world was different.
A wish for the sprinkling of fairy dust magically transforming me into the fairest of the land. An enchanting girl with a life of enchantment.
Once upon a time in the land of fourth grade, a little girl made a wish for a magic wand to change her to princess status.
The ruler in the land, the classroom teacher, posted a proclamation of everyone’s height and weight. The numbers hung on the kingdom wall for everyone to see. It was one of two years I grew sideways but not up.
By six grade—without the help of a magic wand—I shot up in height allowing everything to adjust accordingly. Still, the horror of that experience and deep insecurity left me feeling inferior on the inside even though the outside had changed.
Still, I wished for fantasy. And the best part of escaping into this world? The ending of happily ever after.
Not all stories end in joyful bliss. I’m not happy about that.
The not-so-happy ending leaves me in tears or frustrated when:
- Someone dies
- The innocent suffer
- The evil villain wins
- It’s too late for love
The world we live in is not the happily ever after we’ve been told about in fairy tales.
So eventually the inevitable occurred. My walls tumbled. Buried beneath the rubble. Unable to dig out. Desperate, I longed for fairy tales to come true. Maybe a knight in shinning armor exists and he would rescue me. Maybe.
The Real Knight
I heard the gospel message at a church revival. After the first night’s service, I barely slept. Restless in my mind and soul. Could it be true? Is Jesus my knight?
The following night at church, I met the one true God of the universe.
I never needed fairy dust, a magic wand, a good witch or a fairy godmother. And neither do you.
When the blood of Jesus washed over our souls, it made us new. It ushered His love into our lives. And it brought goodness from the Most High into our path.
Jesus is the promised Knight sent to rescue us. He digs us out of the ruins when life turns hard. Christ lifts us from the rubble and sets us on the stable rock—Himself.
The Lord rescues me and you from the hand of a villain. Jesus is the Holy and Powerful Knight riding a white horse with an entire army (Revelation 19:11-16). He’s the Prince of Peace.
The peace that overtakes the insecurities within me … within my fairy tale land. The King of all Kings from a heavenly land—where He is the fairest of all—with no requirement for fairy dust.
A place where wishes really do come true. God-wishes. Wishes for the deep longing in our souls for real happiness.
Once upon a time a Creator made a land and created people to live there. His desire was for each person to find their way to Him. And to give their heart and dream-wishes to Him.
The villain in the land—a fallen creation with an evil heart—still works to keep each dream-wisher distracted with false tales.
In the last chapter of the story we read that the evil villain is defeated by the great Creator and the Knight of Holiness and goodness is coming back (Revelation 12:9, Revelation 22:20).
Jesus is coming soon. It’s not a fairy tale.
Will there be a happily ever after? Yes. But only if you wish to be introduced to The Prince of Peace and want to live forever in the land of heaven.
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September 22, 2016 at 6:21 pm | Uncategorized