A Glass Slipper

A Castle, a Prince, and a Servant girl, yes I'm talking about the story of Cinderella. A tale about the enchantment of love. And while the story is enduring it leaves me with a lingering question. How would Cinderella have " found her prince" If she first didn't believe he existed,and that he would become part of her life?

When we look around at our lives through reality, many times we can see a shack instead of a castle. A used car sales man instead of a prince and a dirty ashen girl instead of a princess. Because every Cinderella finds out that to hope through the eyes of logic….. is to gamble.

This girl of risk was a tender of fires , a servant in her own home. The definition of the word Cinderella is, " the women who kept the house while the man hunted" . It remind of the corny caveman cartoons, " you sit, make fire cook food." Expect this day dreamer, was wanting more. She longs to be beautiful, and charming. But, instead she is covered in dirt and talks to mice all day. She spends each 24 hours caught in between what is rational and what is insane. Maybe she wasn't meant to be a princess, to live in a Castle to fall in love with a prince. It is better not to fantasize when the road leads to disappointments. She runs to the garden, way from the hurt.... then suddenly... a light flickers, then another and soon the entire garden is out lined with moving lights... think Las Vegas.What could Cinderella be thinking? Geez the fireflies sure are out early this year. Ummm maybe all of those years talking to mice has finally caught up with me. I knew something was weird about this garden......


When God begins to move in our life, our first question is Often i wonder .... where all of those fireflies came from. We want a " thus says the Lord" instead we get a still small voice... "dots of light" . Being the person that I am and wanting each dot to make sense, i start chasing the "fireflies "around the garden. I ironically I end up tripping over a stick, because i 'm dizzy. But to make sense of the "lights" is to open the book Cinderella and find the words " they lived happily ever after" on the first page. Where is the adventure in that?

We are all Cinderella in some aspect, even if its not a prince were hoping for. It could be, praying that this time there will be money left over, till the next the pay check. Believing we can get past the depression death brings. Or hoping that our parents will pick up the phone and say their sorry. I wont lie… Hope can disappoint, but without it there is no fairy tale to repeat. No Prince to be found. So have a little faith. Don’t give up Cinderella even after the stroke of midnight, God always leaves behind a glass slipper.