I almost began this post like this: "The month of February has not been an easy one..." Then I thought, maybe I am becoming a little redundant. So I deleted it. Thank goodness for the backspace button. It helps me keep my thoughts straight. Well, most of the time, anyhow.
It seems like most of my life I've been waiting for the magic day. The day that everything turns around and stays that way for good. It's pretty idealistic, I know. And it's taken the last few months for me to realize that that day doesn't exist. I have learned that I have what I've titled a Cinderella complex. I've also learned that for me, it doesn't mean I'm waiting on a Prince Charming. I have my man. And he's wonderful. For me the complex comes in the form of a moment. You know, the moment when the slipper fit Cinderella and her whole life changed and she lived happily ever after? Well, that's what my Cinderella complex looks like. I'm waiting for a moment. A moment that means there will never be another hard day for the rest of my life. When I can just sit back in my palace and look out of my window onto rolling green hills and a perfectly balmy 79 degree day, while ladies in waiting brushing my shimmering long hair all day. But, see here's the thing. I don't know what happened to Cinderella after she rode off into the sunset to begin the rest of her life with her wonderful man. I assume that everything was perfect, but I don't know that. And even if it was, Cinderella is a movie. A beautifully woven story. It is not life. Life is not two dementional. But it doesn't mean that all hope is lost. It doesn't mean that I have to live in fear everyday. In fact I am assured that the life in this world is hard. But I am also assured that the One in whom I reside has overcome the world. So when the world is hard, I can be confident in the fact that He has overcome, and because I am in Him, I can be confident that I have too. I wish I could give you the visual picture I have in my head right now. I will do my best to describe it. You have a paper bag. Now put an orange in it. Now without removing the orange from the bag, try to take it into another room without bringing the orange along. It's impossible, right? So, (now forgive me for comparing the Lord to a paper bag, but it is the picture in my head) I'm thinking that that is much how it works for those who are in Christ. Christ is the bag that surrounds us. He has said that He haas overcome everything, even death. Just as the orange goes where the bag goes, so do we go where He does. There is not anything that we face that we cannot overcome, because He has already overcome everything. Now, I know its very easy for me to say. But, to be honest, I was just in my room sprawled out on my bed bawling my eyes out. In fact, all of these posts are born from a moment very similar to the one I had about 20 minutes ago. What I'm learning is that I have emotions (okay, I already knew that), but those emotions can sometimes cause me to forget that I am in Him. I'm learning that the trick to all of this is to acknowledge and give validation to the emotional part of me---- after all, God created me as an emotional human being (probably one of the most emotional ones)---- but not give them more power than they really have. To feel them, but to push through them. To not let them blind me to the fact that I have overcome, even this.
I am also learning that looking for the magic day is fruitless. This is a process. There will never be a magic day. But I can still live in my palace. I may not have the ladies in waiting, or the shimmering hair or the perfectly balmy days. Honestly tho, who I am kidding? I would go stark raving mad from cabin fever and boredom. I've never been one for monotony, anyhow. The process is the fun part of life. Granted some moments are less fun than others, but it is those less fun moments that let the fun ones be SUPER fun.
And finally, who needs a glass slipper? My butterfingers would probably break it anyway. I have something better. I have the Savior. He is not fragile. He will never break or get lost under piles of clothes. I don't need two of them. So, yeah, He's wayy better than a slipper.
As always, thank you for reading. Blessings. <3