I woke up this morning, rejoicing that our God, our father and His son, opened up heaven to us. Heaven is not just a fairy-tale kingdom made up to give empty hope to forlorn princesses. It is a real Kingdom, opened to all the Father’s daughters, who are princesses in that kingdom .
I think fairy-tales teach us much about life, enduring, choosing good over evil and that the knight in shining armor symbolizes our savior and the good king God. Like fairy-tale stories, challenges must be endured, we must live the goose girl unveiled before we enter His kingdom, saved by the King’s son.
Yet, while fairy-tales kingdoms are not real, God’s kingdom is.
In God’s Kingdom the streets are paved with gold, the tree of life stands on each side of the river, bearing leaves for healing and abundant fruit, there are rooms and homes designed to our heart’s desires.
One little princess just happened to be carried away into God’s Kingdom before anyone was ready, – and she will live there all her days happily every after.
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Blue Cotton Memory 
I love this post – and I understand what you are saying about second hand grief. It’s overwhelming, and can leave one feeling helpless. In feeling that kind of grief in the past, I have felt my whole body pray, while in the back of my head saying “this is not my grief to own,” and wishing I could do more for those who have been impacted. I’d love to have you share this post on my blog hop.
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So much we don’t understand, can’t understand, here, on this side of “happily ever after.” Trust, and have faith. Praying for you and your neighborhood.
oh, how i long to walk those streets of gold…. to live in the land of no tears. thank you for breathing life into my heart today, friend. love to you.
Fairy tales are so seldom shared in our days. As a kid, back in the ’50s, it was definitely part of our schooling and our everydayness of life. And, over time, the principles and histories of how they became so real, even when filled with evil, made sense. Not that I spend time with them any more, except for an occasional special moment or memory, but they weren’t just non-real, they were simply creative in presenting life in their “life” way. Good thinking. Popped me back a number [LARGE number] of years.
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