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

Unboring, Action-Packed Blog, Take Two

So.  I wrote this story near the time I wrote “take one” of my unboring action-packed blogs.  I laughed when I re-read it, so I figured I’d put it on here to see what you guys think?  I write for entertainment sometimes, like this time, and it has no connection to reality [disclaimer].  I really don’t know sometimes, but here you go.

 

Once upon a time, a prince was trapped in a tower.  Though he was really hot and had a six-pack that would make any common man cry, he was forbidden to leave his tower for an unknown reason.  The myth of his existence was altered by the Brothers Grimm and Disney into a girl, ‘cuz people liked to write about girls in distress.  Too bad a girl who isn’t in distress is writing this tale.  So, an awesome prince is trapped in a tower.

Meanwhile, two young ladies are flying kites and one gets away.  Both run and try to see if they have any hope of catching the kite.  They’re in the middle of the prairie, per say, so the tallest thing anywhere is a grove.  So, they hopped on a couple of 4-wheelers to see if the kite would land or if it was gone forever.  They finally found the kite caught in the tree on the outside of a grove.  It was weird—they didn’t know the person who lived there.  They knew all of their other neighbors.  But the resident of this farm was quiet.

“Yeah, but how are we supposed to get TO the tree?” one of the girls asked.

“Let’s see if the guy who lives here has a ladder or something,” said the other girl.

“Okay.”  So they moved beyond the grove and found…THE TOWER (duh, duh, DUH!).  It looked empty.  It was totally freaky, too.

“Who builds a stone tower in the middle of the Midwest?” asked the first girl.

“Good question,” said the other.  “Let’s explore!”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” asked the first girl.  But the other was already on her way.

[messing around scene]

–      Conclusion: they find a hidden door.

“Let’s go in!” said the second girl who has been talking second so far until now when she talked first.

“But it’s dark and freaky,” said the other.

“Chicken,” said the second girl, who is now the first as she entered the dark tower.  “There’s a staircase!”

“I’m staying here,” said the first girl who is now the second.

“Suit yourself,” called the FIRST girl as she started to climb.

MEANWHILE, in the tower, the extremely attractive, trapped young man had been hearing things.  Just then, there was a knock at his door.  Could this indeed be his rescuer?  Indeed, it was.  When he opened the door with his killer-, super-hot-smile, the one that showed his incredibly white and perfect teeth, girl number one’s scream was stopped as she fainted.

And they lived happily ever after in the stone tower in the middle of the Midwest.