A Story About Some (Or Two) of God’s Kids

I am a child of the King.  He adopted me, and his only birth Son is the perfect Knight in Shining Armor, although he didn’t look it on the outside when he was here on earth.  He most certainly does now.  Anyway, that makes me a princess.  (For sake of this post, I’m calling God’s children “royal,” smiley face.)  The unique thing about these “royals” is that they get to battle and fight, too.  So there are a ton of sir knights and ladies; AKA, princes and princesses.

Anyway, society has drawn out these perfect stories, and all these princesses are waiting for knights like Jesus, AKA, the only perfect knight in shining armor.  I find a problem with that.  Then there are a ton of awesome knights who come back from battle not as perfect nor as shining as we princesses dreamed of as children.

So, in 2011, I went on Summer Project with a bunch of other ladies and knights.  Actually, the ladies highly outnumbered the knights.  But that’s okay.  We got to learn about the Perfect Knight and grow in him and even advance the kingdom some from where we were at in Milwaukee, WI.  Anyway, I like snail mail letters.  So I wrote to all my fellow warriors I had grown close to that summer.  And then some ended up staying in closer contact.  And this one knight and I began writing letters to each other.  In our letters, we spoke of God’s word and his work in our lives.  We shared what was happening in our lives and prayer requests.

Fast forward to the summer of 2013.  Yep, that’s when Sir Wile E. Coyote of Wisconsin and me started dating.  We’ve seen each other twice in person since then, have Skyped, emailed, texted, talked on the phone, whatevs.  And during the week, we mostly rely on email because we’re both real busy.  But after all those letters over the previous two years?  We kind of developed a “form” to the letters: Scripture, talk about pointed out scripture, talk about life/ask about life, share prayer requests/ask questions.  I pretty much use this form for any letters I write now.  Hurriedly written emails don’t really have a form.  But that’s okay.  I write how I talk whenever I write.  Sir Coyote’s emails are formal, and I like them.  He’s also written me poetry.  I’m a sucker for poetry.  But he knew that.  Anyhoo, our emails are like continued conversation.  Our conversations still contain what our letters did: we talk about Scripture: what we’ve read in the Word lately or what God’s been showing us through other things in life.  We even read the Word together over Skype or when we do get to see each other in person.  We talk about life: we’ve been getting to know each other better, even though we can’t physically be with each other, it’s been helping our communication, probably.  And prayer: We share prayer requests all the time, and whenever we talk with each other, we pray together.

This was that one post I was talking about yesterday that talked more on the subject, I think.  I started praying in 2012, probably, that when I got into a relationship, it would be a light Christ would shine through.  Christ is all around both of us all the time.  When we’re by ourselves and when we’re together, Christ is there, in, and around us both.  I think it was each other’s faith that made our heads turn in the first place, smiley face.  But how can our relationship be a light if we keep it to ourselves?  Also, I’m too much of a chatterbox to keep it to myself.  (I’m an introverted chatterbox.  Bet you didn’t know they existed.)

Anyway, I’ll end this totally sappy post by saying that the battered knight this homely princess is dating rocks my socks off.  (Which is probably why I’m currently barefoot.)

 

Anna

“The ‘Patient’ Princess” – A Poem

This poem goes with the one posted yesterday that was a response to one I reblogged the day before. Check out both, especially “The Unexpected Knight.”

 

The knight approached the castle, higher than he could imagine

He had passed through fire and snow and defeated the dragon

Surely this specific tower was not the one to scale

Shall he continue choosing not to prevail?

Or shall he speak to discover just who was inside?

He looked up to the tower, unsure what to decide

The princess peeked out her window, scanning his battered frame

The knight knew then there was a reason he came

He called up to the princess, but she left him rejected

Obviously, he was not the one whom she expected

The princess watched as the knight walked away

But then she thought of something else he should say

What if this broken knight was who she was waiting for?

Why doesn’t he turn around and say something more?

But the knight walked on, for he was timid and shy

What else could she do to tell him he’s her guy?

“I must be mistaken,” the princess said to herself

Wouldn’t the knight know first without her help?

Out the window she allowed her hair to dispel

But then she remembered knights don’t take hints well

A call to the knights who may not be outgoing

Take a risk and show us princesses you’re forgoing

To the rest of the princesses waiting in their towers

Give him a break even if he doesn’t bring flowers

A Princess’s Response to The Unexpected Knight

A princess’s response to this poem. Sometimes, a knight needs to listen to the princess, too.

 

Ever since a little girl, I’ve dreamt the day he’d come

I the princess, he the knight, who’d come to take me home

I’ve heard tales and seen pictures of the one like my knight

In the movies and in storybooks, perfection was the sight

“But nobody is that perfect,” a voice said in my head

“But I’ll wait for this perfect knight,” I argue stubbornly instead

He’s my knight in shining armor who rides a noble steed

He’ll waltz in here a victor and sweep me off my feet

He’ll find me and save me and I will be his bride

We’ll fall in love at first sight, and into the sunset we’ll ride

I wait and wait but still he doesn’t come

One day a knight rode past, but he wasn’t the one

Instead of looking a victor, he looked wearied and worn

He walked beside a dirty horse, both deserving scorn

He called up to me and said he would like to marry me

But career with my knight was the only sim’larity

My knight’s armor would be shining and grand

His armor was the only thing helping him stand

My knight would have an impressive sword at his side

His sword was dull and broken, not deserving of pride

What was left of his shield would not be any use at all

I smugly turned, resuming to wait for my knight to call

“Why can’t he hurry up?” I said to myself impatiently

The tower holding me in thickens painfully

With each heartbreak, walls are added, I fear there’s no hope for knights

But when my one true knight will come, he will put up a fight

As a princess to the knights, I plead for perseverance

Don’t give up when we keep you out, instead give us assurance

You may not be the unrealistic knight in our dreams

But you will save us heroically no matter the extremes

“The Unexpected Knight” – A Poem ReBlogged

So, I used this as “poem I like written by someone else” for my poetry hour with Jody this morning. I keep coming back to this, it’s so good! And, it’s pretty much a heart-throb poem. Well written, and well said. Thank you, Adam Rozanas.

Adam Rozanas

Ever since a little girl, she dreamt the day he’d come

She the princess, he the knight, come to take her home

A knight in shining armor riding ‘pon his noble steed

He’d stride into her castle proud and sweep her off her feet

He’d wake her from her ‘chanted sleep, a kiss upon the lips

He’d save her from the evil queen, her twisted, spell-bound grips

He’d scale up her tower, climbing nothing but her hair

Fighting off the beasts around him as he hung there in the air

He’d climb the highest mountain and swim the deepest sea

He’d walk through fire and rain and snow to set his princess free

And though they’d never met before they’d surely fall in love

For theirs would be the story that romantics would dream of

This knight, of course, would charming be and handsome, too, at that

His stunning eyes…

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