The Princess Ball finally arrived, and our little princess got as primped, prettied and gussied up as any 3 year old could. She got hairspray to hold her 'do, and a dab of perfume behind each ear. I even let her wear a touch of purple eye shadow (that matched her dress), and shiny lip gloss. These are thrilling things to every little princess.
Then I snapped some pictures (of course) and Dave whisked her off to the ball. As I imagined all the fun they were having - all the belles and their daddies - I couldn't help but think about our Heavenly Father and how he wants each one of us to be his princess. He has invited us to a ball and he longs to take our hand and guide our every step. I thought of how He longs for us to be beautifully clothed in the righteousness and purity of Jesus' blood - though our sins are like scarlet they will be white as snow. And when I imagined all those daddies dancing with their little girls gathered tightly in their arms, I couldn't help but become overwhelmed by the fact that that is how God loves us - except he loves perfectly, unceasingly, and unconditionally. This Princess Ball wasn't just about making little girl's dreams come true for an evening. It was a picture of how God can bring our lives fulfillment for an eternity.