Once upon a time, Cinderella met and married Prince Charming (P.C.) and they lived happily ever after....
Until one day....
Cinderella was tired of royal balls and did not not want to attend anymore.
The balls had become "less" in every way and it made poor Cinderella sad.
"I'm not going it's a waste of time,"
she declared stomping her glass slipper.
On her to-do list for the day:
Wash/Dry/Fold/Put away Clothes---Laundry
Strip/Wash/Make the Beds---5 total
(Their castle wasn't very big).
Dust/Vacuum/Sweep---Cleaning
(Their castle seemed HUGE).
"I just don't have time,"
she further pleaded her case,
"ARG! What am I supposed to wear?!"
Cinderella stomped though the castle as she got ready for the ball.
She found wicked joy using her glass slippers to make as much "I'm angry noise" as possible.
She raised her voice to the little mice when they scurried around her feet,
"Sorry I can't play, your P.C. is making me get ready to go to the ball."
Cinderella had had enough.
"Tell me one good reason I should go!"
she yelled, her head in the royal closet.
"Because I said so,"
came the (irritatingly so) calm response from the kitchen.
And with that any hope of a fairy godmother disappeared.
Cinderella got ready and when she was finished, P.C. greeted her in the kitchen with a heaping plate of breakfast, lovingly prepared.
Eggs over easy, butter toast and bacon.
He gave her the once over and smiled,
"Wow, you look nice."
It was at that moment she didn't feel so much like a Princess
but a big, orange pumpkin instead.
1 Peter 4:8 NKJV
Until one day....
Cinderella was tired of royal balls and did not not want to attend anymore.
The balls had become "less" in every way and it made poor Cinderella sad.
"I'm not going it's a waste of time,"
she declared stomping her glass slipper.
On her to-do list for the day:
Wash/Dry/Fold/Put away Clothes---Laundry
Strip/Wash/Make the Beds---5 total
(Their castle wasn't very big).
Dust/Vacuum/Sweep---Cleaning
(Their castle seemed HUGE).
"I just don't have time,"
she further pleaded her case,
"ARG! What am I supposed to wear?!"
Cinderella stomped though the castle as she got ready for the ball.
She found wicked joy using her glass slippers to make as much "I'm angry noise" as possible.
She raised her voice to the little mice when they scurried around her feet,
"Sorry I can't play, your P.C. is making me get ready to go to the ball."
Cinderella had had enough.
"Tell me one good reason I should go!"
she yelled, her head in the royal closet.
"Because I said so,"
came the (irritatingly so) calm response from the kitchen.
And with that any hope of a fairy godmother disappeared.
Cinderella got ready and when she was finished, P.C. greeted her in the kitchen with a heaping plate of breakfast, lovingly prepared.
Eggs over easy, butter toast and bacon.
He gave her the once over and smiled,
"Wow, you look nice."
It was at that moment she didn't feel so much like a Princess
but a big, orange pumpkin instead.
1 Peter 4:8 NKJV
And above all things have fervent love for one another, for "love will cover a multitude of sins."
It takes a Prince's love to see a Princess when she is acting like a Pumpkin....
What are you today? Princess or pumpkin?
It takes a Prince's love to see a Princess when she is acting like a Pumpkin....
What are you today? Princess or pumpkin?
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