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White As Snow

One popular television station recently held a marathon weekend of “Princess movies” to keep viewers watching after Christmas movies ended. It worked in my house, much to Jonathan’s dismay (he thought he had survived “girlie movies” for the season). Many have written about the Creator’s design of a woman’s heart in relationship to our draw to the stories of princesses. You know the familiar words that steal away our attention: “Once upon a time in a land far, far away lived a King…and with him, his beloved daughter, Princess Such-and-such.” It’s a tasty mix of royal identity, serenity, conflict, intrigue, usually dragons or evil villains, a heroic Prince or Knight, love and courage, and at some point a victory where everyone lives “happily ever after.” The innocent and lovely princess, who is “snow white” even if she doesn’t carry her name, is restored to her destiny of being lovely and adored by all.

And I’ll just admit it, I’m a sucker for the whole kit and caboodle.[1]

Perhaps though the most savory plot of all princess stories though, is one I haven’t seen in movies, but have seen in my mind. It’s the plight of an imprisoned princess, locked up due to her own ugly choices and wicked heart. The story starts high up in a dungeon where she is chained in a dark and solitary room with one small window. The dank air hangs as she sits there, lonelier than alone, with nothing but regret to keep her company. Sitting around her are reminders that she hasn’t been out in years, or cared for, or visited in this dark place. She has, perhaps, not even imagined anyone ever coming into this place for her – especially considering how she got here in the first place. She deserved to be there, and the smell and scene remind her of her past constantly.

The stairs spiraling up to her room are crumbling, but not due to wear and tear – since no one has ventured them in years. The dragon even sleeps quietly beneath them, no threat of fight before him, he has no need to puff smoke or snarl but guards her way faithfully yet.

What this princess in my head doesn’t realize, is that in a far, far away land a King knows of this darkened room, and this dark-hearted princess. He sees her like the noon-day sun. Though he is the master of all kingdoms, and could simply will her to be free and brought into his view, he knows she would not receive him this way. Her darkness blocks her from enjoying the light of his love and joy. He knows she needs to experience the miles between them, one-by-one, in order to be ready to receive the fullness of his love for her – it’s for her sake that he lets her experience his strategic pursuit and coaxing return, though he would have it be swift and sure.

So he sends his only beloved Prince to ride the fields and hills, to traverse the forests and storms to reach her tower and slay the dragon no one has dared to face. He sends him to risk and give his life for her return, and the Prince does so with the same passionate love of his Father, King.
I’ll stop my story here and ask, do you long for more? Do you want to hear how it turns out for the princess? For the Prince? For the King? Do you see yourself in this story? Perhaps in an area of your life – do you feel like her? What will the Prince do? What will the Princess do? What will their journey look like if and when they finally get her out of the dungeon?

This is more than just my imagination running wild, a story I dreamed up one weekend on a quiet retreat. And there is more to the story, much more! This is a reality because God the King of the Universe and Father has seen us in our sins and loved us with his whole heart. He loved us so much that he sent His Prince of Peace, His only son named Jesus to come from a far-away land to rescue us from our dungeons of darkness, redeem us and restore us to marvelous light and life in the King’s Kingdom forever.

We are drawn to this story because God draws our hearts to know Him.

The Lord spoke through a prophet named Isaiah centuries ago reminding us still today to gather and consider this promise: “’Come now, and let us reason together,’ says the Lord, ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.’” (Isaiah 1:18)

Thanks to Jesus Christ’s birth (our “dawn of redeeming grace”) and his life, death and resurrection, our scarlet sin stains can be washed white as snow! Ladies, friends, this is good news indeed!

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There is more to the story, and more to YOUR story.
The Author and Finisher of our stories has something to say to us today:

“But now, thus says the Lord, who created you…He who formed you…“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine.”[2]

Heather Yates

[1] It’s a phrase – an oldie but goodie. I promise.
[2] Isaiah 43:1 (emphasis added)

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