Growing up I never really understood why girls were so taken in by all the Disney princesses. Sure I wanted to be a princess, but I wanted to be a real princess… None of this fairy tale mess. In my mind I was going to be the next queen of England.
But that was the dream of a ragamuffin 6 year old…
As I grew up and realized that palaces are not in my future I started to re adjust my dreams. Actually, to be quite honest I began to view girly princess type things as silly and something that only messes with girls expectations.
Ironically, it took going on an 11 month mission trip to make me feel like that 6 year old princess yet again.
Don't get me wrong, I in no way have been living in palaces, eating the best foods, or have been rescued by Prince Charming.
But what I have experienced far out weighs all of that at silliness; I have been pursued, cherished and loved by my Savior.
From month one to month eleven He has been teaching me how to depend on Him in all things, and that my father in heaven desires good things for me.
He has shown me His great love in spiritual ways, but like the generous father that he is, he has given my team and I incredible gifts. Things like, hot showers, real beds with real sheets, amazing home cooked meals, western style bathrooms, and even things like American style BBQ sauce.
However, it's not just the physical things that he has given me, my father knows me intimately. Every time I have random dance parties with children, experience the beauty of his creation, hear his voice in the quiet of the morning, hear believers across the world singing his praises, or get to hear testimonies from other believers; my heart is overwhelmed by the love he has for me.
I am so overwhelmed and captivated by his great love for me, I am proud to be able to be a princess of the most high King.
