There once was a princess on a journey to return to her home
to be with her Father, the King. All her
brothers and sisters, princes and princesses in their own right were on the
same journey, though they’d all been given different paths. Their paths were fraught with danger and each
had to fight many battles along the way but everyone was amply armed and
provided for by their Father. Their wise
and wonderful King also made sure they gathered together one day each week for
rest and renewal in each other’s company.
This princess’ path, she travelled alone much of the time,
with none of her brothers and sisters available for help. It was frightening and very lonely but she
tried to faithfully follow the path she’d been given. However, she tripped and
fell many days. Her path also forced her
in to numerous battles where she sustained many bruises and hurts throughout
the week. By the time she met up with
her family on their weekly R&R, she was weary and in great pain. Her brothers and sisters were all happy to be
together and shared stories of their adventures that week. The princess listened and tried to rejoice
with them and for them but she was so tired.
As her family danced and played around her, they often jostled and
bumped in to her causing her great pain; bumping her bruises and opening
wounds. They did not intentionally hurt
her, but It got so the princess could no longer leave her battle armor at the
door, she had to wear it in to the place of sanctuary to keep from reinjuring
herself.
The princess loved her family and deeply desired to be with
them on these days of rest. She attended
them regularly because she knew it pleased and honored her beloved Father, and
what she heard there helped her prepare for the battles in the coming
week. But these meetings were painful
and carrying her armor seven days a week with no respite was exhausting
her. Her arms were weak having to hold
up her shield and sword so much. Her
head hurt wearing the helmet every day.
And her feet were aching and weakening having to stand battle ready all
the time, with little opportunity for rest.
As the day for the weekly family gatherings drew near, she would start
to dread the meetings. Her defenses would
start to rise, her anxiety heightened, her resent at being alone to fend for
herself grew. The mornings of each gathering day, she would prepare but anger and
rage would build inside her because she was in such pain. There was no escape from the suffering and
she was afraid she would no longer be able to wield her armor for battle. Then she’d be overcome by the enemy and would
never get home to her Father.
(I don’t know how to end this story. I seek solutions but no one really has any.)
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