Iâ€™m a Disney girl. Itâ€™s a conflict in my marriage because my husband cannot stand theme parks. I mean, he literally hates them. On the contrary, Iâ€™m constantly bugging him about when we can take our next family trip to the Magic Kingdom.
Due to the generosity of some amazing folks, we were actually able to take the boys to Disney World last week. It was hot, sweaty, crowded, and….awesome! Kev says itâ€™ll be another ten years before we returnâ€”I say two to three. Weâ€™ll see who wins.
Next week, weâ€™ll return to our singleness series–I have a couple more ladies I want you to hear from. For now (and yes, I know it’s a bit cheesy) I just HAD to bring you a you a Disney-themed post:
I had an odd week before we left for our trip. Never had this experience before, but someone was using this blog and some things from the past to shame me. For a few moments, it worked.
I left for our trip pretty shaken, but ready to move on and ignore the whole fiasco.
While at the Magic Kingdom, I got to see Rapunzel’s towerâ€”granted, it was
fake full of Disney magicâ€”but it reminded me of this:
One of my favorite Disney flicks is Tangled. If people wouldnâ€™t stare, I would sing and dance my way through life, all while combing my gorgeous and enchanted cascading hair.
Seriously though, beyond the magical tresses, I relate deeply to the story-line of the young Rapunzel who finally breaks out of her tower and discovers her true identity as the daughter of the king. The first time I saw the movie, I sat in the theater and cried like a baby.
Iâ€™m a woman who, because of the love of Jesus, escaped the confines of shame and now abides in His freedom. No one can take that from me.
If you’re carrying a secret burden, or dealing with any sense of shame, with every fiber of my being, I know that God wants to break you out of your prison so that you can stand firm in your birthright as His daughter. He is the only one who can heal you from the pain in your past, free you from the pressures you face in the present, and point you toward a beautiful future.
Iâ€™m pretty sure the prophet Isaiah did not have Rapunzel in mind, but in chapter 61, prophesying about the Savior to come, he writes this:
“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness the prisonersâ€¦to comfort all who mourn and provide for those who grieve in Zionâ€”(Pay attention to this. This is Aubrey, not Isaiah interjecting, by the way)â€”to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of despair…Instead of their shame my people will receive a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs.” (Isaiah 61:1,3,7)
In other words, becoming a Shameless Woman doesnâ€™t mean that youâ€™re a Disney princess with magical hair and the ability to sing and dance while kicking booty (although, how awesome would that be.)
It means that if like me, Rapunzel, or any REAL woman that ever existed, you need to repair a piece of yourself thatâ€™s been shattered; if you need God to replace your shame with His love; if you need protection from the shameful voices in your head, you have hope.
The God who made you continually clothes you anew in Jesus.
Handmade from redemption, restoration, and resurrection, itâ€™s a better wardrobe than any princess could hope for. And I should know. I just met them all.
(And purchased way too many souvenirs while I was at it.)