September 22, 2009

My Fairy Tale...

Once upon a time, a little girl was born.
No one knew that she was a princess, not even her mother or father.
She grew up in the city and lived with her family on a street where she had lots of friends and room to roam alone.
She didn't treasure her life very much because no one had ever told her how precious and valued she was. As she grew, she gave her affection, her heart, and her body to anyone that would take them in exchange for a little attention and love.
Years went by and one day, this young girl was introduced to the King of a faraway land that had come to her city. What is so astonishing is that this King had been searching for her everywhere. They talked and He told her that she was a princess-that she belonged to Him and had been secretly stolen by a thief and sold for a price.
He was the King of all Kings and His heart was overjoyed to finally have her back.
This information only angered the princess. "How can that be true," she said, and ran home crying because deep down she was afraid that it just might be true and that would mean that her parent's had lied to her all these years.
She felt betrayed.
What if His words were true?
What if she really was a princess?
How would that change things?
Panting as she walked through the door of her house, she told her father the story the King had told her about her being a princess and being stolen. Her father laughed at her and the story; told her to go to her room and never speak about that again.
Now she knew what the King had said really was true.
When she walked into her room, there on her bed was a treasure box filled with presents-
a gold necklace, a bottle of beautiful perfume, and a ring, along with a note:
To My Princess :
I love you.
These gifts are yours.
They've always been yours.
I am so glad we found each other.
I've been searching for you from the day you were stolen.
You belong to Me and I will wait for you as long as it takes.
'Your Faithful King'.
"Where did this come from?" she thought. 'How did He find me here?'
The princess put the box under her bed and hid it from her parent's for fear they would throw it away.
She'd bring it out occasionally and look at the outside of it-the colorful fabric, the golden thread, the letters inscribed:
For A Princess
More time went by and the girl grew to a young woman. She carried the box around with her wherever she went, although she never once took out any of the gifts to wear or enjoy-she only glanced at them in awe. She just couldn't accept that she really was a princess, so putting the gifts on would only feel uncomfortable, ugly and shameful. Her heart was almost completely empty and hollow by now.
She went off to college and gave the last piece of her heart to another lover only to be left pregnant and alone.
Devastated with the reality that her life was over, or so she thought, she went home and told her parent's the news.
Her mother said, "I'm not surprised."
Being that it was her father's birthday, she couldn't have picked a more appropriate time.
He held her and they cried.
She quit school, her jobs, moved home and slept on the couch because her sister took her bedroom.

The princess became desperate and so lonely, though she wasn't alone...

"Surely somebody will love me," she thought,and foolishly ran into the arms of a long ago lover. But what she didn't know was that he was a friend of the thief who'd stolen her as a baby. This lover took her drinking to ease her pain and as she sat upon a bar stool, drinking and thinking, this question arrested her thoughts,

"What are you doing here?"
At that very instant, she got up and walked out, never to see that lover again.
This was a turning point in the life of the Princess.
There was life growing inside her and deep down she wanted what was best for this little one.
The King waited...and waited.
He sent his men to guard and protect her from anymore harm-of this too, she was unaware.
He sent one of His servants, a woman servant, to assist her in coming back to Him and His kingdom.
Over time, this servant befriended the Princess and noticing the box was always with the princess, asked if together they might open it.
The princess agreed, mainly because the servant's eyes were clear and there was nothing to make her think this friend wanted anything from her.
Her eyes somehow reminded the princess of the King, but neither said anything about that fact.
So, the girl drew the necklace from the box, smiled, and then put it on the Princess.
Next, she slid the ring on the nervous finger and sprayed the fragrance in the room and on the Princess.
When the mist of the perfume hit the skin of this precious princess, instantly she felt clean-like somehow she'd had a shower, but one she couldn't really describe.
This was an 'inside the skin' shower.
Her heart felt washed, full; it felt new.
One can't really understand how this feels unless it's experienced.
Oh, how the princess wept.
The power of the fragrance had filled her heart and then, as she stood there,
she heard in her ears,
loud as thunder, yet in a whisper,
"You don't have to give up the baby,
just give Me your life and I'll take care of you and the baby."
She sobbed deeper,
tears washing away anger, loneliness,
now a fullness filling empty spaces that had died inside her.
She just had to run to the King.
'Take me to the King!'"
They hurried to the King's castle and as they entered the throne room, they each bowed at His feet.
He held out His arms.
The servant lay at His feet while the Princess lifted her head and waddled up into the King's lap.
Her huge belly settled between them and they laughed and hugged.
That moment seemed to last for an eternity.
Tears of repentance, along with the sadness gave way to joy, gladness and a calm contentment that everything was going to be alright.
Well, the princess had a beautiful red-headed little girl. She weighed 9 and a half lbs. and was twenty-three inches long.
She was so scrumptious and healthy.
It is to be noted that the princess had two sisters and one brother that were overwhelmed with the prospect that they, too, might be royalty and when they met the King, they knew in their own heart that, yes, it was true!
The fairy tale doesn't end yet.
The King had arranged for a wonderful prince to meet the princess long before she knew he was a prince and long before either of them knew they would one day wed.
But isn't that like the King?
He is full of surprises.
The prince was in training when he was made aware that the Princess needed help. So, he gathered his friends to himself and made a plan. He would rescue the princess, along with her daughter and together the three of them would embark on a life of adventure.
...and that's just what he did.
He married the Princess, adopted her chubby little baby girl and then they left the city and went far away where the Prince could finish his training, fight battles and conquer lands for his love.
To this day, he fights and wins and loves and serves the King and his bride.
The happy couple had four sons-
each warriors for the Kingdom.
After many years, that chubby little red-headed girl grew up, married her own prince, and they had two chubby, red-headed girls of their own.
Both families lived life serving the King and the princess' parent's were restored to the King by His love and mercy.
They moved into the palace and now live with the Princess and her prince.
Not Quite The End...*
*-This is truly my story and most of it actually happened, but mostly it happened in a realm one can only dream of and where hands cannot touch!


melissa said...

this is one of your best - you're amazing my friend :)

L.L. Barkat said...

nice surprise at the end... a very sweet way to commemorate family history... keep writing it down...


Daune said...

Thanks so're sweet to me!

I do appreciate your input very much...I promise to keep writing!

Caroline said...

Daune- very good and could be many people's testimony. Thanks for your comments. Did you receive the photos? I like your recent photos too. The mountain home looks amazing

37stories said...

Beautiful prose. God makes it a great story. Without God, life pretty much stinks. God bless you and your family. I'll read some more of your blog in the days coming.

Ashley said...

i love your life as a fairy tale :) I think my favorite part of the story is the box the king gives her with the treasures to remind her of who she really is. Glad you held on to the box! Love you!

jené said...

Sorry to be so long in getting here, life has been crowded of late. Loved it! Too tired now to find the words to let you know how it touched my heart, but know that it did!

Hollinger Family said...

What a graceful way to share the journey... simply beautiful in a keep it real sorta way... love it...


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