I had a God-moment today in the form of a children's book. I highly recommend you buy yourself a copy of this book. Or pretend it's for your grandkids. Either way. *wink*
It's called A Parable About the King, by Beth Moore.
It's the story of a princess who didn't want to clean her room. So she dressed in old clothes and ran away. Soon she was playing with the common children, getting all muddy, and pretending her father wasn't the King.
I'm sure you can guess how this goes. Through a series of events she realizes just how far she is from who and what she truly is, and goes back to the castle, crying and ashamed of how she had behaved while she was away from home.
The King is right there to welcome her back, and it was this scene that caught me:
"Come here, my child, my princess," he said.
"But I'm not a princess anymore... I'm just like them," she sobbed.
"Ah, my child," he said. "You may have acted like them, but you are not one of them. You are mine, and you will never be happy until you accept both the privilege and responsibility that goes with belonging to me."
That night, after he had dressed her wounds, he tucked her into her soft bed and kissed her goodnight. He had even helped her to clean the mess she had left in her room. As she settled into the soft quilts, she thought about how much she liked being a princess, the daughter of a King.
As the King walked out of her room, the dim night light softly illuminated his royal robe, which was now smudged with dirt. Tears filled the princess' eyes, "Look what I've done to the Kind's robe. Never again," she whispered, apologizing to the King.
Sensing her broken heart, the King turned and spoke softly, "Yes, my child, there will be other times, but I will open the door every time you knock and I will always love you... ever, again."
And this story has no end.
Some things are just so simplistic when you view them through the eyes of a child.
I'm thinking that's the way it should be more often.
It's called A Parable About the King, by Beth Moore.
It's the story of a princess who didn't want to clean her room. So she dressed in old clothes and ran away. Soon she was playing with the common children, getting all muddy, and pretending her father wasn't the King.
I'm sure you can guess how this goes. Through a series of events she realizes just how far she is from who and what she truly is, and goes back to the castle, crying and ashamed of how she had behaved while she was away from home.
The King is right there to welcome her back, and it was this scene that caught me:
"Come here, my child, my princess," he said.
"But I'm not a princess anymore... I'm just like them," she sobbed.
"Ah, my child," he said. "You may have acted like them, but you are not one of them. You are mine, and you will never be happy until you accept both the privilege and responsibility that goes with belonging to me."
That night, after he had dressed her wounds, he tucked her into her soft bed and kissed her goodnight. He had even helped her to clean the mess she had left in her room. As she settled into the soft quilts, she thought about how much she liked being a princess, the daughter of a King.
As the King walked out of her room, the dim night light softly illuminated his royal robe, which was now smudged with dirt. Tears filled the princess' eyes, "Look what I've done to the Kind's robe. Never again," she whispered, apologizing to the King.
Sensing her broken heart, the King turned and spoke softly, "Yes, my child, there will be other times, but I will open the door every time you knock and I will always love you... ever, again."
And this story has no end.
Some things are just so simplistic when you view them through the eyes of a child.
I'm thinking that's the way it should be more often.
1 comment:
I bought a few copies of this book for the girls split sessions! Thanks Ruby!
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