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It’s the stuff storybooks are made for. Romance movies, Harlequin romance novels; all that jazz. I used to read this stuff and fantasize about it. Then I got divorced and I despised that crap. I refused to watch any romance movies for months. If anything remotely sappy came on TV, I would flip the channel quickly even if it was just a commercial.

And then my prince came. Everything changed after that.

Do you ever take a moment to just stop and think? I mean really think? I've caught myself doing that a lot lately. I have this little card taped to the monitor on my computer. It has a picture of a kitten lying upside down and it says “God hears even the smallest voice. ‘Call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.’” Jeremiah 29:12

God had been listening to me all along but I just didn't know it. I suppose He was doing things in His time and not mine. So when I think back at all those moments of when I was praying, I think if this very second of where I am right now.

Sometimes it’s hard to put thoughts into words. I see the moments in my mind. I recall a single instance where I was sitting in the back of my closet. It was still, dark and I had been crying for awhile. I had been praying. It seemed more like begging. I wanted so badly for God to change my circumstances. Maybe God was waiting for me to take the steps necessary so that my circumstances could be changed. Or maybe he was just waiting for me to let go. Whatever it was, it’s brought me right here, right now.

There is no evil stepmother. There is no wicked witch nor is there an evil sorcerer. But I have my prince and he’s swept me off my feet and treated me far better than any princess could ever fathom. No, I’ll never be royalty like Princess Diana nor will I have the riches but I have the love of a man that is worth far more to me than all the money and gold in the world. Take that Kate Middleton. ;)

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