God has a funny way of getting my attention. This week He used dragons. Now before you wonder what’s up with me and fire-breathing creatures, let me first say I thought nothing.
I was wrong.
I often listen to a sermon or teaching on my laptop as I clean from room to room. This way the daily grind isn’t so daily because I’m always learning something new. On this particular day I was listening to an author’s seminar. Next thing I know I hear the presenter talk about the dragons, those things that keep us down and immobile. From dragons she shared about the universe, metaphysics and other freaky things.
I hit pause and said out loud, “No thanks, I’m not wasting time on dragons.”
Then I checked my e-mail and read Red Letters. There it was again, the word dragon. I thought I just said I’m not wasting time on dragons.
In his blog post, Davis referred to dragons as things that “keep us afraid, locked safely inside, and well-armed with weapons against the dangerous world.” He continued, “But what if they weren’t dragons at all? What if we were only tricked into thinking they were dragons and they were really princesses crying out for love?”
Princesses crying out for love? Not dragons?
Could it be my dragons aren’t so big and scary after all? Could it be that I am to step towards those fire-breathing monsters and walk right past them to rescue a damsel in distress?
I think so.
The truth is I’m guilty of letting dragons stop me from participating in God’s greater plan of redemption.
I’m afraid of dragons. Like the double headed fear/failure dragon. Or the you-don’t-qualify-not-enough-talent-or-money dragon. Or the self-centered, self-protective dragon. Let’s not forget shame dragon. Sometimes all I see is dragons. Sometimes I feel like I’m one of them.
Often I’m paralyzed, unsure if I should speak or move.
But in my stillness, I hear a sound.
It’s the cry of a princess.
Terrified but willing, I slowly stand and face the sound. The princess needs help, she needs hope. Maybe by sharing my story she will know she’s not alone. Maybe we can pray together. Maybe I can show her I see her by my smile. Maybe she’s too weak or wounded to speak, but I can be her voice by speaking up about injustice once done to her.
Or maybe she needs a more dramatic rescue: to experience for the first time the love of a Prince.
Who will go for her? You, or me? Will we face our dragons head on in order to (in)courage and love another?
I hope so.
I can’t say stuck and silent anymore. Instead I inch out in faith and extend my hand to a princess. No more being fooled by imaginary dragons. I must intentionally turn my ear towards her cry.
Can you hear her?
One princess matters to the Prince of Peace.
Jesus came to set all of His princesses free. And in His castle, there’s always room for another dirty-kneed damsel. There are no tears there. Only love.
Like I said I’m always learning something new. And some lessons are always worth repeating, like this one: “No thanks, I’m not wasting time on dragons.”
I wish the same for you, Princess.
Q4U: How do you to respond to the cry of a fellow princess? How do you push past your dragons?
Tiffany, Tea with Tiffany