The Princess: A few thoughts

What is it in my soul that is content, and yet discontent. I want, desire, hope, have passion for something…something that is not present, not materialized, or not fully formed. It is missing, but I know that it should be there by rights. I wonder, how does one go about filling the void, and trying to see where to go from here, were to guide my passions. Void…vault of empty wonderings.

It is sort of like the fairy tale princess. She is enslaved in servant-hood, in poverty, or by some evil person or circumstance. She knows that she ought to be free, and she hopes, prays, longs for her rescuer to come, and he does. Her faith in this rescuer, whom she has never met, does not falter. Faith is a funny thing, in that it will never let go, never give up Hope, for they go together.
Am I pining for my prince charming, enslaved by loans and stressful classes and other such ugly things? Or, is it an evidence of a woman’s spirituality, enslaved in sin, romanticism, and depression, longing for her savior? Difference here: she doubts if he will ever come, and he does not come while she is doubting. However, though she doubts and feels as though her whole world is falling in on itself, she never lets go completely of her hope that he will come one day. She may not know who he is, but she never gives up hope that he will come.

Another parallel is the fact that she will not take action herself. The princess knows that she cannot get herself out of the mess, and has to rely entirely on her prince to come and act. She is not passive, but her active passion, her judgment of the circumstance, is to wait. Waiting is not actually passive in this sense, but rather an intense action, not swift, sharp, or moving, but is a decision, and a deep one.

So, she waits, and I wait. I know not for what or for whom…or maybe I do. I know it is my Lord…yet there is a hope that he will send someone, who is more than an emissary, more than a romantic notion. Romanticism and dreams…thank you Lord for these, for would life not be so terribly bland without them!