Once upon a time there was a vertically challenged, curly-haired, chipmunk-cheeked princess named Dernesser. She was good and sweet, but so very shy – so her closest friends were chipmunks who found her burgeoning cheeks beautiful. One fine day while shopping in the village marketplace she found a silly porcelain frog – but before she could haggle with the merchant she caught her finger on a nearby spinning wheel and broke a nail. Then the merchant demanded that she guess his name correctly before she could buy the frog. Having a real knack for such mind games she quickly outwitted the merchant and kissed the frog (which was dumb, b/c it was a porcelain frog). But a prince wandering in an adjacent shop saw here and was enchanted by her chipmunk cheeks – for he had teeth like beaver – and so the two married and lived happily ever aaa…… Okay - aside from this being a totally absurd tangent of my imagination… I really do have a point. Fairy tales have key ingredients that make us all want to live them. There’s the heroine, the trials and/or villain and the hero bringing the promise of happiness and security.
When I was pondering this, I found that my own life has some similarities (and I’m not referring to the princess’ appearance)! J
Rough things happen, while this is a gross understatement, I know you get the picture. Hurdles happen, valleys with shadows linger and fall-outs frustrate. It’s messy, and complicated, this life I’m living & I’d wager you’ve hit a pothole a time or two. But it’s not the villains that keep me glued to the pages of fairy-tale… it’s the journey and the prince and the “happily ever after”.
Its easy to lose sight of the journey, when ensnared in self-doubt, self-pity, self-ishness – But there is an amazing King who wants to pull us out of the pit and He offers us “Happily Ever After” free!
Amonst the brambles and life’s struggles – blessings are born. I know sometimes chronic illness can be a real drag, both for me and the ones around me. I once said that “it doesn’t define me” – well, being sick may not be the definition of who I am, but the lessons I’m learning are definitely shaping my chipmunk-cheeked self.
Whoo…. It took all that to get to what I really wanted to say? Boy, howdy…
ATTENTION… IF YOU ARE ON TIME CONTRAINTS OR WISH FOR THE CLIFF NOTES BEGIN READING HERE! Some pretty amazing blessings have emerged through my illness in the last few weeks, months and even years. They are the beauty from ashes…
My relationship with my parents has grown, I am blessed by their love, and patience, and the gift of themselves and their time! Truly, my parents are my best friends. That alone would be blessing beyond my deserving, but God has further blessed me with the friends I’m surrounded by. Did you know that every person in the office I work that was eligible—offered to be an organ donor? Not only did God see fit to gift me with a job that I love – where I’m allowed to exercise my many interests – but He brought me to a group of women who love me. Yeah, we have our differences, but at the end of the day they’re the ones who put up with me and who cried the hardest when they learned that they were no longer a donor candidate. Yeah – blessed doesn’t see adequate a word...
Perhaps the biggest blessing is one very special relationship – no, not some Prince ‘Beaverteeth’ (Lord-willing, someday – tho he need not resemble the aforementioned critter) – My walk with the Lord is strengthening, He has used this time to draw me to His self!
Psalm 103:1-3
“Praise the LORD, O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-
and forget not all his benefits-
who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases…”
and heals all your diseases…”
