Continued from Cinderella Rules Part 1
It isn’t easy as a parent to see your child disappointed and even worse when you know part of the reason they are disappointed is because of your own naivety. Yet even though I hated seeing my daughter hurt I knew we were learning a “life lesson”. In any thing or arena of life there are rules. Learning how to work the rules in your favor can be one of those “fine line” issues. I’m sure no one in that pageant thought they were “breaking the rules” and I can’t be their conscience to say either way.
I can only feel confident that as I put our princess to bed that night we hadn’t done anything of which God would be displeased with, that her understanding of being self-disciplined enough to follow the rules regardless of whether you win or lose is important and that some outcomes in life aren’t determined by what is within your control.
God’s word tells us that it will sometimes seem as though the wicked are prospering on earth while the righteous suffer. I can’t begin to compare losing an elementary school beauty pageant to the wider scale ways it seems that evil is winning in this world, it does seem like a small example. Plus, some of the contestants we knew were believers and no doubt had prayed, as our child had, to win.
“You are always righteous O Lord, when I bring a case before you. Yet I would speak with you about your justice: Why does the way of the wicked prosper? Why do all the faithless live at ease? You have planted them and they have taken root; they grow and bear fruit. You are always on their lips but far from their hearts. Yet you know me, O Lord; you see me and test my thoughts about you.” Jeremiah 11: 1-3a
Really that’s what it should be about. Not questioning another’s motivations but our own in the mirror of God’s word. As the world looks at us what do they see? Anything different? It seems that whether we be Christian or not we never stop wanting more “stuff”, even with an economic turn down some people are still obsessed with their stuff (keeping it mainly). We still wear our masks. We’re still responding to circumstances that do not go our way in a sour way.
Don’t get me wrong, I believe every female deserves one night on the runway of life where she is absolutely at her best. For some that “Cinderella” moment is the glamour route. For others it may be pulling the family together to think creatively of ways to cut the family expenses to save the family home or helping her children understand why selling their home is the right thing to do. Still for others it may be being the one who presents the “winning” plan, gets the promotion” or walks out the door on a bad job believing God will provide.
When we first encounter Cinderella she is basically a servant in rags to people who care nothing for her. No, her future doesn’t look rosy, and it seems even during the briefest of moments when the mice show her the dress they’ve remade for her that wickedness is just going to win. No, Cinderella had maybe six hours of being a princess before again we’re led to believe she lost it all. But she kept going and a miracle happened her foot was the only one to not only fit the glass slipper she was the only one able to produce a matching original. Of course Cinderella is purely a fairy tale, fairy Godmothers do not appear to save the day and my first thought on glass slippers is how sweaty they must be. God doesn’t operate with hocus-pocus! However, He does say this:
“So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! No temptation that is common to man has seized you except what is common to man And Good is faithful he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear But when you are tempted, he will provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.” 1 Corinthians 10:12-13
Our daughter has already decided she wants to enter next years pageant (her parents haven’t though). I doubt anything will have changed with the pageant. Truthfully I’d rather her find her Cinderella moment in a different vein so soon we’ll have to make the pageant decision all over again. I’d rather her find her Cinderella moment in a different venue and while I hope she fulfills her dreams who am I to say when or how each woman’s Cinderella moment arrives?
How about you, truthfully, what was or would be YOUR Cinderella moment?