Once upon a time there was a princess who loved to write. She loved to have a cup of tea, a quiet room filled with Laura Ashley furniture and scents of jasmine, a book in one hand, a Bible near by and a journal with blank pages. She would spend peaceful hours alone pondering, writing and reading, growing deeper in her faith and at peace with all around her.
Then one day prince charming came and swept her away with tales of hopeful tomorrows, candlelit evenings, sunny days, blue oceans and starry skies in a castle made of love. And the princess was still full of joy, reading, writing and growing deeper in her faith.
One morning she awoke and found the Gardner had entrusted two tiny seeds to her care. She was overjoyed as she set aside her pondering and writing to begin caring for these seeds. And the princess who had never had seeds of her own, was full of gratitude and joy.
The seeds began to sprout, and as they did she found they needed more sunlight, more nourishment, more cultivating. So she set aside her reading and joyfully watered as the sprouts were now alive and full of life. And the princess was flying like the wind, always busy, always moving.
Soon it was spring and the new growth took on a life of its own and these sprouts were real boys bursting with energy, with wonder, with emotion, and the princess was full of joy, yet oh too tired to read or ponder.
The little boys began to grow and the princess realized they were actually the souls of men incased in these young bodies waiting for nuturing so they could break free of these boyish shells and become men of character. Still it was the summer of their lives, and these young boys were in need of wisdom, guidance, faith, hope and emotion, so the princess set aside her writing and her reading, and she was very tired.
One cold autmn morning as the golden leaves were carried to the ground by the chill of a frosty wind, the princess realized how exhausted she was as there was more to do than she could handle. So she set aside her tools and she found a quiet place and she went alone. And with a cup of tea, a quiet room, a journal in one hand and a Bible on her lap, she sat down as a long slow exhale escaped her lungs and she gave her seeds, her boys, back to the One who gave them to her. And she pondered the many, many blessings her prince charming had brought into her life, the castle she lived in, the laughter that surrounded her, she realized that unless she went away for moments of quiet, of reading, and of writing, she could not be the caretaker these boys needed.
So as the princess awakens to a new day, soft white snow sparkles on the branches of green surrounding her castle, she rises with joy, still tired, but alive with the hope and knowledge of the One who gives her strength for each day. She gazes out her windows pondering the greatness of a Heavenly Father who blesses each morning with lovingkindness and kisses each night with peace. She reaches for her pen in the quietness of the sunrise and begins to write.
