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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A Fairytale

So, I wrote this a few months ago, but I had a friend recently edit it for me.  When I was writing it, I was thinking at how dumb chick flicks are cuz they never happen.  I myself was struggling with writing such a love story as my pen keeps wanting to write at times.  But then I was made aware of all the love stories in the Bible, so finally I set out to write what turned into this fairytale.  I wanted to cover some things that we don’t hear about in secular fairy tales.  Here’s what came to be! Hope you like.  =)^2 Anna

 

In a land far away, there lived a king and his queen who ruled the people with grace and justice.  The people loved and respected their king and queen, who were interested in their people as much as their family.  The two rulers lacked one thing: a child.  They longed for a child desperately, and waited until their patience almost died, but they would not give up hope.  And finally, through the queen was getting later in her years, it was announced to the kingdom that they would be having a baby.  An heir to the throne!  The whole kingdom rejoiced!  But when it was time for the baby to be born, a stillborn took the place of the happy baby they had been expecting.  Dare they wait for another?  What was this hope they had been waiting for?  And so patiently, they waited, until finally, the queen once again announced the coming of a child.  The kingdom was happy, though it held its breath.  And finally, a baby girl was born, healthy and happy.  And they named her Princess Naava, for she was beautiful.  A few days following her birth, the king and queen threw a party in rejoicing for their little girl, and the whole kingdom was invited!  Everyone, that is, except for Wasaki, the king’s arch enemy.  Always picking a fight, the king avoided Wasaki as much as possible, not that Wasaki would be avoided so easily.  It was still surprising, however, when he showed up anyway.

“What are you doing here?” boomed the king.  The guards positioned themselves to attack.

“I was just going to welcome your new little baby!  I notice my invitation was lost in the mail.” Wasaki smiled, even as a darkness shadowed the sky and his eyes at the same time.  The king knew of Wasaki’s jealousy and shuddered at his very presence in the room.  “I even brought a gift.”

“No!” cried his queen, reaching forward as she fell out of her seat.  The king drew her back.  His wife sometimes knew better than he the danger that lurked nearby.

“What are you going to do to her?” he asked in a threatening voice.  He kept his eyes focused on Wasaki, but felt his guards inch forward, readying their weapons.

Wasaki just smiled and started laughing cynically.  The king felt his anger rising.  “I said a gift, didn’t I?  He continued, ignoring the king’s muttering.  “My gift,” he proclaimed, “shall be your people’s first exposure to my world!”

The queen dashed to her feet, pulling away from her husband’s grasp.  She ran toward the cradle where her baby lay, panic strewn on her face.

Wasaki raised his hand up, and, just as the queen saw baby Naava’s precious face, both the baby and Wasaki vanished.

 

The king lost no time in banishing Wasaki’s presence in his land ever.  Wasaki probably had known it was coming, for he had established his world long ago.  But his rules and his laws left no being any room for fulfillment; the king had tried to go down there, but it was no use.  He could not get his daughter back.  Soon, word spread throughout the kingdom.  The king was willing to let anyone offer input if they thought it would help.  Few came, for they were all as stumped as the king himself.  All had heard about his failed attempts previously.  One day, a young man, who was merely a shepherd, called on the king as he was in the throne room.  The man expressed interest to the king in helping.

“Perhaps this will work,” said the young man as he presented his plan.

“You do know the cost of this plan?” the king asked the boy, hesitant.

“If it will save her, I will do it.”

“Why are you willing to do such a thing?” the king inquired.

“I have been hearing for years of this terrible thing that Wasaki has done.  He must be stopped.  And…I have not been able to stop thinking about the princess.”

The king nodded, comprehending what the young man was saying.  “Well, my attempts thus far have failed.  This you have no doubt heard.  But come with me, my boy, and we will make this the best rescue mission in all of history.”

 

Josiah had been a shepherd all his life.  It was pretty much all he knew.  He used to go out and “help” his dad and older brothers, when he would actually be doing more harm than good.  But he had learned the importance of keeping every one of his sheep safe.  Even if only one wandered off, he would go and look for that very one.  Josiah had been young when the princess had been taken, but it was talk for some time.  He had learned of her, and seen pictures of her as a babe.  He didn’t even know her.  But he found he was willing to give his life for her.  After consulting with his father, he knew what he must do.  So he had brought his plan before the king.  Since then, he had learned much and together, he and the king had indeed formed the rescue mission.  And he, a shepherd, would save Princess Naava.

 

Wasaki’s land was one parallel opposite of that which was his home.  Where goodness and grace reigned at home stood despair and dispute.  The list of differences went on, and Josiah found himself wondering what he got himself into.  The people were speaking, but no sense came from their mouths.  “Teach them,” had been his king’s instruction.  And so he did.  He began to speak of the way he grew up knowing and understanding things—the way of his homeland.  He found a group of friends who were happy to learn what he had to say.  Not everybody liked his teachings, but some were intrigued.  And one of those who was intrigued, Josiah eventually identified as Naava, although she didn’t know herself by that name.  So Josiah kept teaching, aware that when his mission was complete, Naava would find a new identity that was hers all along and be reunited with her father, who loved her more than any love he could see here.

The time came when Josiah knew he must finish the final task of the mission.  The act that would save not only Naava, but all who inhabited this land, from Wasaki and his evil ways.  His friends disapproved of it, but it had already been decided.  Once more, he checked in with his king, to ensure that this was the only way, for if another option had been found, he would prefer to take that instead.

 

The betrayal of one of his friends led to an arrest.  The arrest produced a death sentence, but it was a death sentence for Naava and the others, that they might be free.  And as J.C. hung on the cross, he cried, “It is finished!”  And then he died.  He was taken away and buried in a borrowed tomb.  Naava was among the women who went back after a day or two to go and clean the body.  She was also among one of the first to discover that he was no longer there!  He had risen!

 

Josiah took Naava by the hand and brought her home.  The kingdom was happy to have their princess back.  They rejoiced with a party that is still going on today.  Wasaki still has power over his land, but it won’t be long until the king will be back for an epic battle.  People taken by Wasaki are being returned home all the time; ordinary people who do extraordinary things.  They help missing sons and daughters find their true identity.  And eventually they all find what Josiah and Naava found…their happily ever after.