I have a confession. I think Snow White is a weakling. She ran around with dwarfs, didn’t have any real girlfriends, and birds came and sat on her head when she sang. The worst thing that happened to her was that she choked on a piece of apple. And don’t even get me started on Sleeping Beauty! I will however throw a shout out to my girl Cinderella because at least she got her hands dirty and had a love for shoes. But I must admit, the whole concept of being a princess, wearing a tiara, and riding behind her prince on a white horse never really got to my heart. I don’t know if I am sad about that or glad. Maybe a little bit more of a balance wouldn’t be half-bad.
I’m writing today because this powerful image has been rolling around in my head and heart for a couple of weeks now. I was talking with a friend who was sharing with me that a few years ago his wife had been reading a popular book among Christian women that really focused on us being princesses. I was laughing because he shared that his wife realized that she was getting a little agitated that she wasn’t being treated like the princess that she was. She soon realized what she was expecting and acknowledged it. What is neat is that at the same time my friends wife was reading this book she was also reading the autobiography of Mother Teresa. The suffering servant. I won’t go into lots of detail because I have encouraged my friend to have his wife write about what she realized when comparing the two books….I think she has a story to tell and that story isn’t mine, but I will share a few thoughts as just the sharing of her experience was powerful to me.
Thanks for sharing and it's also true that life lessons learned from Mother Teresa are of greater value than Snow White.