Invited into the palace, she brought with her all the love and enthusiasm of a child. The world was new. Her joy was golden and shimmered to the delight of all who would see.
She fell in love with the king and he with her. They lingered together and touched one another and sighed. Days passed. Christmas, the time for giving arrived. She waited with anticipation to see what delight the king would give her.
Finally the anticipated moment came. The king took her up into his arms and offered her a ring of marriage, of union with himself. She gasped. How could she accept the highest treasure of union with her king? She brought nothing of such magnitude to give to him in exchange.
In fear, in confusion, in sadness she rejected the offer and ran away. In darkness, and alone, she labored to find what there was of value that she might create to give to the king. Others came and taunted her. She would never, could never be worthy. Still she struggled. She labored in hope of being worthy.
The king, saddened by her assumptions, sent messengers to remind her that he had already created her worthy. He had endowed her with all that he had ever hoped she would give him. He had created the magnificent flowers of the world that lasted but a day. Why would he have not also created her with such beauty and magnificence? It was her that brought him joy.
We too are wonderfully made. Why will we not also receive? Simply receive.
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