Oh to dream...sometimes I dream that I am a princess in a faraway land somewhere.
A magnificent castle in the middle of a hill that is covered in thick, lush, soft green grass.
The kind of grass that you can lay on and leave body imprints in when you get up again.
I spend many a day lying in that grass, looking up at the clear blue sky, thinking about many things.
Thinking about flowers, horses, music, dresses, dancing, feasting, love...
Knowing that one day...my Prince will come.
Some might assume that I am talking about just any old prince...
but no...I am waiting for THE Prince.
He will come again, riding on a white stallion, ready to take me with Him to His kingdom.
That day will come sooner than I expect.
For I do not know what each day holds.
There are many people living in my castle, there is also small village at the bottom of the hill filled with folk.
It is a joyous place for the most part. Sometimes wolves and bears come out of the nearby forests and disturb the peace, wreaking havoc wherever they go. Things are usually damaged or lost...people too.
The Prince has already defeated the wolves and bears, even the puma. They hold no power over Him. So even though the battle continues, I know that He has already won the victory.
Soon it will end...when the Prince returns.
There will be a new kingdom to call home, one with no danger, no fear.
Little do I know about the place I live. It seems safe, peaceful, wonderful even.
I know that the King has given me everything that I have, and I am thankful...but I am not good.
Without even thinking I sometimes worship the things in my castle, even the castle itself. Spending more time with my attention on what I call my belongings than gaining wisdom from the King.
I even go for long periods of time without thinking about the King at all...shame is a familiar feeling.
The King cannot be described fully. I just know that He is love, He is holy, He is just, and He has chosen me to be His child.
He knows me inside and out. He knows everything I think, hears everything I say, sees everything I do. Nothing is hidden from the King.
My Father wants me to spend time with Him, to know His perfect heart.
But I have never seen Him. I know He's there, though.
Everything I know about the King is in His Book.
I don't spend a lot of time reading the Book. Although I know that I need to read in order to learn about my Father. But I have trouble understanding the Book sometimes.
That's why the King's Spirit lives within me, to help me understand. To teach me, to give me wisdom and to give me power to defeat the wolves and the bears.
When I am listening for the King and trying my best to focus on learning more about Him and spending time in His Book, I feel full of life, a positive energy flows through me.
But the wolves and bears tire me out sometimes and I forget the positive energy that spending time with the King gives. Those are the harder days. Laziness sets in.
My Father always picks me up again. Sometimes I have to wait a long time, but He always comes.
And my Prince Jesus will come soon.
A magnificent castle in the middle of a hill that is covered in thick, lush, soft green grass.
The kind of grass that you can lay on and leave body imprints in when you get up again.
I spend many a day lying in that grass, looking up at the clear blue sky, thinking about many things.
Thinking about flowers, horses, music, dresses, dancing, feasting, love...
Knowing that one day...my Prince will come.
Some might assume that I am talking about just any old prince...
but no...I am waiting for THE Prince.
He will come again, riding on a white stallion, ready to take me with Him to His kingdom.
That day will come sooner than I expect.
For I do not know what each day holds.
There are many people living in my castle, there is also small village at the bottom of the hill filled with folk.
It is a joyous place for the most part. Sometimes wolves and bears come out of the nearby forests and disturb the peace, wreaking havoc wherever they go. Things are usually damaged or lost...people too.
The Prince has already defeated the wolves and bears, even the puma. They hold no power over Him. So even though the battle continues, I know that He has already won the victory.
Soon it will end...when the Prince returns.
There will be a new kingdom to call home, one with no danger, no fear.
Little do I know about the place I live. It seems safe, peaceful, wonderful even.
I know that the King has given me everything that I have, and I am thankful...but I am not good.
Without even thinking I sometimes worship the things in my castle, even the castle itself. Spending more time with my attention on what I call my belongings than gaining wisdom from the King.
I even go for long periods of time without thinking about the King at all...shame is a familiar feeling.
The King cannot be described fully. I just know that He is love, He is holy, He is just, and He has chosen me to be His child.
He knows me inside and out. He knows everything I think, hears everything I say, sees everything I do. Nothing is hidden from the King.
My Father wants me to spend time with Him, to know His perfect heart.
But I have never seen Him. I know He's there, though.
Everything I know about the King is in His Book.
I don't spend a lot of time reading the Book. Although I know that I need to read in order to learn about my Father. But I have trouble understanding the Book sometimes.
That's why the King's Spirit lives within me, to help me understand. To teach me, to give me wisdom and to give me power to defeat the wolves and the bears.
When I am listening for the King and trying my best to focus on learning more about Him and spending time in His Book, I feel full of life, a positive energy flows through me.
But the wolves and bears tire me out sometimes and I forget the positive energy that spending time with the King gives. Those are the harder days. Laziness sets in.
My Father always picks me up again. Sometimes I have to wait a long time, but He always comes.
And my Prince Jesus will come soon.
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