Dream into Reality

A dream kept my eyes shut. Holding lids tight to dream just a minute more, hoping to never forget. Sara, the princess and my love, the prince. We met in the village, both clothed in disguise under the watchful eye of our King.

As the sun kissed my morning, I rubbed sleep from my eyes. The dream lingered, mingled into reality. I live in this dream, under the watchful eye of our King.

When I met my Ryan, I saw him for the prince he was destined to be in God’s kingdom. He saw the King’s princess in my eyes. Yet we were clothed in disguise, the rags of the world that covered our royalty.

Over the past 12 years, we have walked together on the road to His castle. Tattered rags haves been stripped away and replaced with royal garments, humility, love, compassion, and grace.

Walking the road to a new land, we found shelter in a castle provided by His hand. A time of restoration and transformation. The tattered rags of worn love thread bare from years of ministry and toil. My prince's gaze turned my heart no more. Simply look away, pretend.

Guides along our trail, met us, walked with us, tears upon their cheeks, seeing what we could be. We battled when our armor clinked in dusty squeaks. The music of romance no longer heard in the echo chamber of our life. We learned to listen again and hear His love song.

The season passed. My prince's eyes changed. I cannot explain. Love flooded over me from his heart when he looks past what I have become, only seeing the princess once again. Time, healing, dancing in his gaze once again. Beauty warped by fear vanishing in acceptance.

Trusting. Hearing the melody. Delight. My eyes changed as well. My royal dreams, with eyes opened and closed. Dreams becoming reality in the light.