The Homeless Princess
How do you see yourself today? I’d like you to see yourself as God sees you. Let me hold up a mirror.
One upon a time there was a princess. As you know, a princess is a daughter of the king. She’s a member of the royal family with position, authority, and a destiny.
But this princess didn’t know it. Or maybe she ignored it, or for some reason, didn’t believe it. I don’t know why exactly, but the truth is that she wasn’t living like she was a princess.
She didn’t live in the palace with her family. Instead, most nights she slept curled up in dark doorways and under bridges. She didn’t wear the fine robes that were hers by right. Instead, she was covered in scraps she found and patched together herself.
Instead of holding her head high, secure in her father’s love and her place in the family, she cowered. She hid in shadows. She avoided being known or seen. She believed that she was the only one she could trust. That sounds empowering, but in the end, it just means that you are terribly alone.
No one knows why she lives this way. Maybe she experienced some trauma years ago that wounded her so profoundly she blocked everything out and can’t remember who she really is. Or maybe shame from some terrible thing she’d done was blinding her, and she just couldn’t believe she was worthy. Or maybe she had just lost her way on some adventure and thinks that she could never be accepted home again.
She is simultaneously a homeless wretch and a beloved princess. She is lost, rejected, alone and at the very same moment, included, longed for and loved.
Her story could go either way. It could be a long, tragic tale of how she never discovers or accepts her real identity, wandering lost and alone her whole life. Or it could be a story of homecoming and healing.
The difference between those two endings depends on just one thing. Will she trust what the king says is true of her?