Why are the days of princesses and castles so romanticized? In reality, who would yearn to go back to the days of outdoor plumbing, overpowering body odor and the once-a-year bath day?
So, why do I love Cinderella stories?
You know the kind. A beautiful girl lost in the ashes of poverty, imprisoned by an evil one, living a life full of fear. A well-meaning fairy cleans her up, dresses her in a pretty gown that's not her own, and sends her off to seek the love of the handsome prince. And find it she does! He loves her so much, in fact, it frightens her. Feeling she is unworthy, and knowing she is not what she appears to be, she desperately flees his presence, leaving behind one small token of her hope.
But, thankfully, the story doesn't end there. The prince doesn't wait for her to come back to him. No! He scours the kingdom looking for his beautiful lost one. He knows and loves everything about her, from every hair on her head all the way down to her shoe size.
Finally, just before all is lost, he finds her, seals her with a kiss and takes her away to his kingdom to live happily ever after.
In essence, Cinderella stories are nothing more than an ancient tale retold. A story created before creation itself. Our Beloved finds us in the ashes and truly loves us. Should we choose to run, He stops at nothing to search until He finds us. Through His perfect love, we are changed and, eventually, taken away with Him to live happily ever after.
Why do I love Cinderella stories? Because it's my story.
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