fairy tales can be real.
I dont know what prompted me to post this, but it came from my heart and i want you to read it. its important, and whether you believe it or not i dont care, just so you know how i feel... thanks
Though there are many versions of this tale, most open with a banquet where a king and queen are celebrating the long-awaited birth of their only daughter with a royal feast. In their excitement and haste, these parents inadvertently offended an evil fairy by neglecting to invite her. Even though the fairy was scorned, she attended the banquet anyway, and while the other guests gave gifts to bless the newborn infant, she bestowed a curse. The effect of this curse was not immediate... it waited, lurking in the shadows of tomorrow, promising to ensnare their daughter as she made the transition from girlhood to womanhood. According to the curse, on her fifteenth birthday she would hastily reach for a spindle on a spinning wheel, prick her finger, and fall dead.
Another fairy in attendance interceded for the girl and reduced the death to a lengthy sleep. The king and queen were horrified and reacted by immediately passing laws to protect their daughter. They burned every known spindle and spinning wheel in their kingdom and outlawed the production of more.
But delayed curses are the most perilous, for as time passes by, they lose some of their immediate edge. In the fairy tale, fifteen years passed, and the king and queen become confident, with all the spindles destroyed long ago, their daughter was safe.
The daughter grew up to be beautiful, intelligent, and charming, and her parents were certain she would be as obedient in their absence as they had known her to be in their presence. With this false assurance, they became careless and failed to search the remote rooms of their castle for spindles. On their daughter's fifteenth birthday, they accepted an invitation to enjoy the hospitality of another king. As they left behind their daughter, they charged her to be good and remain within the castle grounds, promising a quick return.
But this daughter had never known such freedom, and she could not wait to explore the palace and search out the very tower her parents had neglected to secure. As their carriage slipped from sight, her heart soared with excitement. Today would be an adventure, for she would find out what is behind the doors of every hidden room! Of course, it was not long before she opened one to find an old woman busy spinning thread on a spinning wheel. The princess was intrigued... she had never seen such an instrument before. She watched as the wheel turned round and round, and fluffy cloudlike wool was captured and spun tightly into taut, strong thread. Its draw was irresistible, and the old woman motioned the princess closer.
She stepped nearer then stretched forward her hand. The old woman nodded her approval, whispering, "Go ahead, touch it... take the spindle." She did, and pricked her finger drawing blood. She pulled back her hand, but it was too late, and she began to feel strangely faint. The old woman smiled and motioned her to a bed waiting in the shadows. It was shrouded and dark, but she was too tired to protest. She sank into its folds to avoid dropping onto the wooden floor. Sleep rolled over her like a wave, and as she was overcome, she heard the mocking laughter of an old, scorned woman. Darkness enfolded her castle home, and thorns and briers quickly overgrew and obscured the castle from the view of any outsiders.
Many, many years passed, and the story of this sleeping beauty was told in the court of the most handsome, brave, and noble of all princes. Her captivity had become so ancient the bearers of her tale were not even certain if the words they recited were true or mythical legend. But the prince knew. He was so moved by the desperation of her plight he immediately withdrew from the pleasures of his court to make ready his departure, for he would go and rescue the princess. He would leave on his quest the following morning. There was an urgency... it was her time to awaken.
His journey took him far from his homeland, and after many days, he entered the dark borders of her distant country. But he was not welcomed there. Finally, an old woman shared with him the story she heard as a child from her mother, the legend of a lonely princess lost deep in a dark forest on the other side of the vast, arid wilderness that surrounded their city. He thanked her and began the lonely crossing of this ancient desert.
It was a long, hard journey, and his supplies did not match its length. He was repeatedly tempted with discouragement by an evil adversary who first offered food and then the throne of his dark kingdom if the prince would turn back from his quest, but the prince pressed on. Nothing he was offered could alter his desire to share the glory of his father's kingdom with this caged daughter.
He reached the forest to discover it was a dense tangle of underbrush and tree growth. After many days he hacked his way through the thorny sentinels and came upon the castle. Vines of steel had scaled the ramparts and entwined the towers, disfiguring its appearance until it was no long a thing of beauty, but a living monstrosity. Only one long tower had managed to remain above the reach of the thorns. The prince knew in this tower she waited for him.
He listened in the ominous stillness that hovered over the structure of thorns. The dwelling seemed to sneer, Go! You can never reach her... she's mine, but he imagined he heard another voice. It was her whisper, faintly bidding him to come. He was he last hope. With renewed strength, the prince wielded his powerful sword and hacked through the thorns barring his entrance. With every blow, he was closer to waking her and making her his own. He kicked open the door.
Inside, the air was still and stale and thick with dust. He mounted the winding staircase to her tower chamber, passed through the door, opened the window, and with one motion dispelled the darkness. Golden light spilled onto her sleeping figure. While she waited, she had neither soiled nor aged; her time of waiting had served her well, and she had become more beautiful in her rest.
The prince walked closer, still breathing hard from the battle. But when he paused a moment to look at her in rest, she was breathtaking. The prince was so moved he wept. Propelled by a desire that had grown deeper with his journey, he embraced her tenderly. His warm lips rested momentarily on her lifeless ones, and then he straightened himself and watched for her response.
Her eyes began to flutter under heavy lids, and then they slowly opened as her head turned. She saw her prince and smiled a sweet, sleepy smile as she lifted her hand to his tear-stained cheek. When her fingers touched the trail of his tears, her own began. She was face-to-face with the very one of whom she had dreamed. The one she'd never seen but always known. At last, it was He! There was no turning back for either of them; she had captured His heart with just one glance. He took the hand resting upon His cheek and kissed it passionately.
Then in one move, He lifted her from her shadowy prison of darkness and carried her out into the now-brilliant sunlight where His white horse was waiting. There was no talk of the evil spell or fading palace. All that was before was gone; the past was but a shadow fleeing at the brightness of His love.
He had found her... bone of His bone, flesh of His flesh. She was His desire, and she loved Him in a way she only dreamed possible. Never again would she be alone, for they were no longer two but one.
They traveled swiftly to his kingdom, where the bride was presented to his Father's house. Their union was blessed, and the bridal chamber awaited them. There their bodies danced to the song their souls had been singing. Now they were complete, and you know the ending...they lived happily ever after. All wrongs had been made right. The maiden had been rescued from the dark nightmare and safely established in the kingdom of dreams and light. The two had found each other. "Ever After" means from this moment forward, now and forever, never ceasing, for even the veil of death could not separate this love. For He is the Lord of Life, and the dance always continues in another time and another place... where time has no end and there is joy unspeakable and beauty beyond description.
Is this your dream, your desire, your story? I believe it is in every woman's soul to long for a fairy tale we've long given up on because we've never seen it happen or have been told it couldn't be done. It can be, if we give our hearts to Jesus to protect from the pain that boyfriends can inflict upon them until it is time to commit forever.
But some may ponder, however, this: How could this possibly be my story, my dream, and my Prince? I didn't grow up in a palace. Often I pricked my finger and withdrew pain, and no one woke me up from my nightmare. The reason you doubt the truth is you have spent too much time in the shadows of despair; you grew up and forgot the dreams of you childhood.
Though there are many versions of this tale, most open with a banquet where a king and queen are celebrating the long-awaited birth of their only daughter with a royal feast. In their excitement and haste, these parents inadvertently offended an evil fairy by neglecting to invite her. Even though the fairy was scorned, she attended the banquet anyway, and while the other guests gave gifts to bless the newborn infant, she bestowed a curse. The effect of this curse was not immediate... it waited, lurking in the shadows of tomorrow, promising to ensnare their daughter as she made the transition from girlhood to womanhood. According to the curse, on her fifteenth birthday she would hastily reach for a spindle on a spinning wheel, prick her finger, and fall dead.
Another fairy in attendance interceded for the girl and reduced the death to a lengthy sleep. The king and queen were horrified and reacted by immediately passing laws to protect their daughter. They burned every known spindle and spinning wheel in their kingdom and outlawed the production of more.
But delayed curses are the most perilous, for as time passes by, they lose some of their immediate edge. In the fairy tale, fifteen years passed, and the king and queen become confident, with all the spindles destroyed long ago, their daughter was safe.
The daughter grew up to be beautiful, intelligent, and charming, and her parents were certain she would be as obedient in their absence as they had known her to be in their presence. With this false assurance, they became careless and failed to search the remote rooms of their castle for spindles. On their daughter's fifteenth birthday, they accepted an invitation to enjoy the hospitality of another king. As they left behind their daughter, they charged her to be good and remain within the castle grounds, promising a quick return.
But this daughter had never known such freedom, and she could not wait to explore the palace and search out the very tower her parents had neglected to secure. As their carriage slipped from sight, her heart soared with excitement. Today would be an adventure, for she would find out what is behind the doors of every hidden room! Of course, it was not long before she opened one to find an old woman busy spinning thread on a spinning wheel. The princess was intrigued... she had never seen such an instrument before. She watched as the wheel turned round and round, and fluffy cloudlike wool was captured and spun tightly into taut, strong thread. Its draw was irresistible, and the old woman motioned the princess closer.
She stepped nearer then stretched forward her hand. The old woman nodded her approval, whispering, "Go ahead, touch it... take the spindle." She did, and pricked her finger drawing blood. She pulled back her hand, but it was too late, and she began to feel strangely faint. The old woman smiled and motioned her to a bed waiting in the shadows. It was shrouded and dark, but she was too tired to protest. She sank into its folds to avoid dropping onto the wooden floor. Sleep rolled over her like a wave, and as she was overcome, she heard the mocking laughter of an old, scorned woman. Darkness enfolded her castle home, and thorns and briers quickly overgrew and obscured the castle from the view of any outsiders.
Many, many years passed, and the story of this sleeping beauty was told in the court of the most handsome, brave, and noble of all princes. Her captivity had become so ancient the bearers of her tale were not even certain if the words they recited were true or mythical legend. But the prince knew. He was so moved by the desperation of her plight he immediately withdrew from the pleasures of his court to make ready his departure, for he would go and rescue the princess. He would leave on his quest the following morning. There was an urgency... it was her time to awaken.
His journey took him far from his homeland, and after many days, he entered the dark borders of her distant country. But he was not welcomed there. Finally, an old woman shared with him the story she heard as a child from her mother, the legend of a lonely princess lost deep in a dark forest on the other side of the vast, arid wilderness that surrounded their city. He thanked her and began the lonely crossing of this ancient desert.
It was a long, hard journey, and his supplies did not match its length. He was repeatedly tempted with discouragement by an evil adversary who first offered food and then the throne of his dark kingdom if the prince would turn back from his quest, but the prince pressed on. Nothing he was offered could alter his desire to share the glory of his father's kingdom with this caged daughter.
He reached the forest to discover it was a dense tangle of underbrush and tree growth. After many days he hacked his way through the thorny sentinels and came upon the castle. Vines of steel had scaled the ramparts and entwined the towers, disfiguring its appearance until it was no long a thing of beauty, but a living monstrosity. Only one long tower had managed to remain above the reach of the thorns. The prince knew in this tower she waited for him.
He listened in the ominous stillness that hovered over the structure of thorns. The dwelling seemed to sneer, Go! You can never reach her... she's mine, but he imagined he heard another voice. It was her whisper, faintly bidding him to come. He was he last hope. With renewed strength, the prince wielded his powerful sword and hacked through the thorns barring his entrance. With every blow, he was closer to waking her and making her his own. He kicked open the door.
Inside, the air was still and stale and thick with dust. He mounted the winding staircase to her tower chamber, passed through the door, opened the window, and with one motion dispelled the darkness. Golden light spilled onto her sleeping figure. While she waited, she had neither soiled nor aged; her time of waiting had served her well, and she had become more beautiful in her rest.
The prince walked closer, still breathing hard from the battle. But when he paused a moment to look at her in rest, she was breathtaking. The prince was so moved he wept. Propelled by a desire that had grown deeper with his journey, he embraced her tenderly. His warm lips rested momentarily on her lifeless ones, and then he straightened himself and watched for her response.
Her eyes began to flutter under heavy lids, and then they slowly opened as her head turned. She saw her prince and smiled a sweet, sleepy smile as she lifted her hand to his tear-stained cheek. When her fingers touched the trail of his tears, her own began. She was face-to-face with the very one of whom she had dreamed. The one she'd never seen but always known. At last, it was He! There was no turning back for either of them; she had captured His heart with just one glance. He took the hand resting upon His cheek and kissed it passionately.
Then in one move, He lifted her from her shadowy prison of darkness and carried her out into the now-brilliant sunlight where His white horse was waiting. There was no talk of the evil spell or fading palace. All that was before was gone; the past was but a shadow fleeing at the brightness of His love.
He had found her... bone of His bone, flesh of His flesh. She was His desire, and she loved Him in a way she only dreamed possible. Never again would she be alone, for they were no longer two but one.
They traveled swiftly to his kingdom, where the bride was presented to his Father's house. Their union was blessed, and the bridal chamber awaited them. There their bodies danced to the song their souls had been singing. Now they were complete, and you know the ending...they lived happily ever after. All wrongs had been made right. The maiden had been rescued from the dark nightmare and safely established in the kingdom of dreams and light. The two had found each other. "Ever After" means from this moment forward, now and forever, never ceasing, for even the veil of death could not separate this love. For He is the Lord of Life, and the dance always continues in another time and another place... where time has no end and there is joy unspeakable and beauty beyond description.
Is this your dream, your desire, your story? I believe it is in every woman's soul to long for a fairy tale we've long given up on because we've never seen it happen or have been told it couldn't be done. It can be, if we give our hearts to Jesus to protect from the pain that boyfriends can inflict upon them until it is time to commit forever.
But some may ponder, however, this: How could this possibly be my story, my dream, and my Prince? I didn't grow up in a palace. Often I pricked my finger and withdrew pain, and no one woke me up from my nightmare. The reason you doubt the truth is you have spent too much time in the shadows of despair; you grew up and forgot the dreams of you childhood.