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She was on the north side of
twenty when I first met her and her mate. As we became better acquainted she
revealed to me a part of her past.
As she remembered it her
prince had come. Together they were the manifestation of impeccability. None
had ever approached the essence of perfection they had attained. She went on to
say; “Alas he was of the noble scion and she was ordinary. He was a lord and
she was a commoner.”
While they saw beyond these
walls of stature, the wicked Queen Mother declared it would never be and thus
it was not. The prince once snatched from her bosom, was never to return.
Now alone she made a vow to
live in the despair of what might have been.
I was getting more
uncomfortable as I was trapped into listening to this tale of woe and I
wondered, why me?
She continued, “This was but
only the beginning.” With wounded heart her existence went on until another
suitor came on the scene and tried to woo her, but the place where passion
dwelt was locked away never to be opened to anything but a memory, the place
where "if only" reigned as king.
Many days of little
significance came and went until she under pressure from every source finally
agreed to sacrifice herself upon the altar of matrimony.
Numb from the disappointment
of the past she entered the marriage with her body only and that begrudgingly.
No one, nothing could go beyond the veil of flesh for the soul belonged to
someone else, evermore.
She went on and restated how
perfection exuded from the prince's every pore and how together they were a
whole. But now her lot was to live being only half of what she was meant to be
and that could only be expressed by "Woe Is Me", continually.
Now what of the one she wed?
He worshipped her like a
goddess, treated her like a Queen but that wasn't enough, he wasn't her prince.
There were always three that
slept in their bed and she projected thoughts of her prince when - -
She went on telling of the
glory the images of her loved one. Sometimes adding, sometimes repeating, ever
reliving as her story gushed forth.
Sometime later her husband
arrived and the story stopped.
I have thought of her tale of
woe over the years and concluded several things. One issue was the fantasizing
of an unreality that no man could compete with for we all fall short of
The image she treasured was
the embodiment of perfection and which she felt was hers for a short time and
kept alive not tainting it with reality.
She did not bring her whole
self to the marriage thereby robbing her husband of a fulfilled marriage
She went to her grave
preferring to live in the despair found in the land of might have been than to
experience that joy to be found in a real life.
There is a question asked in
the Bible; "Will a man rob God"? The response was wherein have we
robbed Him? One answer is; "By sinning." When we sin we withhold that which belongs to
God, full, open, and unfeigned fellowship with Him.
When sinning, like the
woman in the story we fail to bring our whole self to the relationship with
That part of us remains
alienated from the savior and neither He nor the withholder can enjoy the
fullness that is to be found in Christ.
Today is the day to
surrender and embrace the Christ of the now and to experience peace, contentment
and satisfaction found in His Loving arms.