Last night, something I read suddenly made me remember when my brothers and I were little and we'd wrestle with my dad. Basically, we all jumped on him and tried to take him down, while also taking everybody else out. I liked to join in until things got rough and then I liked to pull the "princess" card. "Wait, I'm the princess, I'm the princess!" And then I got to crawl behind dad and he'd protect me from the boys.
I can still feel the satisfaction of knowing I was safe from flying elbows and sweaty brothers. I knew I was something special.
I also realized last night, that at some point, I stopped beleiving I was a princess, that I was something special. In fact, I don't think I know of one girl my age or older who still believes that about herself.
And why not?
When did we as girls stop believing we were something beautiful, something lovely, something treasured?
Is it wrong, that even though I'm grown up, so often I find myself thinking, "I just want to feel safe?" I want to know that I'm protected, that I am secure, that I am loved.
Girls, maybe it's time we started pulling the Princess card again...
Don't be afraid to crawl behind God, your Father, and feel safe.