Fairy Tales

I have always loved to read.  And watch movies.  Those few hours of non reality are such a release.  Things turn out.  The guy always wises up.  The girl always ends up incredibly adored.  The world is just as it should be.  My love of stories stems from knowing that life is not like that.  At least, it  never has been for me.  The wicked step mother doesn't always get what's coming to her.  The evil ogres often thrive.  The innocents too often wind up victims.  The world is not a fairy tale.  But it is a story.  Many stories.  Weaving together to tell about the author.  It's an autobiography of the One True God.  Showing His might and power.  His greatness and tenderness.  But, it's not an easy read.  And it certainly is not accomplished in a few hours.  It stretches over generations.  An intricate tale of triumphs and failures all being pulled together to show His purposes.  His overall plan.  His love.  His unending faithfulness.
But, sometimes, I have to say, I just need a little glimpse of all going right.  Sometimes I am too overwhelmed by all of the what ifs and the troubles that visit each day. 
On those days, what I need isn't really a fairy tale. I need a lullaby, a bedtime story from the Author.  Strangely, in the midst of all of His writing and work, He is never too busy to give it to me.  And I sleep.  A princess in the arms of the King.