the frog prince

every girl knows that before one can find her Prince, she needs to kiss a few frogs. I have kissed my share of frogs, not to mention how much i abhor frogs.

so I wonder when we find our transformed Prince after we kissed the right frog, how do we know he will not turn back into a frog? Or if he still retains an appetite for pesky six-legged insects? Or even a occasional desire for other female frogs?

Is that transformation really complete? Or do we merely deceive ourselves into believing that Princes exist?

KT and I are going through a tremendously arduous time, and while my mind had rang alarm bells for me to walk away, my deepest heart of hearts knew I would regret abandoning a relationship that will bring me so much. My very being wants to break free from this pain and rise like a phoenix from a heap of ashes, like gold refined and finally rid of impurities.

With each trying day, my heart resounds with an assurance that HE is with us all the way, and it is awesome to see this path unfold with such impeccable timing, that no man could have planned this, and the schemes of the evil one is seeing defeat in the war waged by God himself, holding us with HIS in this victory. I've always known HE is not a tyrant, HE does not demand our submission. But recent episodes have led us to believe that HE has plans in the most delightfully divine ways, and makes mockery of the strong by empowering and honoring the weak. And the wise are humbled by the faith of the foolish.

I dare not claim to be wise nor strong anymore... for like HIS word says - who can by his own strength turn a hair on his head white or black.

But still we are all like Princes who used to be frogs, when we see a passing housefly, we feel the temptation to wrap our tongue around it, but would we enjoy it then? Would the bitter aftertaste disgust us? Or worse, would we be killed or infected by the uncountable germs carried by the annoying insect? With time, we will get better with this new identity, and shed the froggy habits, and adopt princely once, hopefully never looking at another housefly with hungry eyes again.