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The Princess Danced (reprint)

Day three of four. Looking back to my favs. And this one, this one was as deep from the heart as I have ever written. From October 13, 2019 … the day after they danced as husband and wife or the first time.


She is a free spirited joy to her parents. Strong willed (much like her mother I hear) yet with a spirit that is tender in a way that most don’t see on the surface. Life had been good to her in so many ways … a family who loves her, a big sis that taught her, and a few animals that bring her joy overflowing. She is one that loves her God and walks in His way.

But this princess has felt sorrow too. Pain that no one should have to endure. She turned that into a service to others going through tough times … just one of the ways she has been used by God. But she also took that pain and decided to stay in her castle, safe and secure as she snuggles with her royal protectors … two dogs that bring great joy just with their presence.

But no … a traveling soul, a naive, dorky, goofy, yet lovable cavalier (defined as a dashing and attentive man, especially one acting as a lady’s escort) would enter into her life. He too has had a good life. Parents that treasure and love him, raising him to be a cavalier of integrity and honor, teaching him the ways of the Lord. They had no real castle. They traveled the countryside, ministering to those around them, sharing the hope and grace of the Lord. He did sit still for a while as he resided for a time in a land called “the 804” where he was blessed with friends and family. But his soul still drew him to wander.

This cavalier … never having a single place to call home, never having siblings, and never sure where the nomadic life would take him … returned to the land of his birth, a land of cowboys, longhorns, and patriots – away from his parents.

But as the Lord would have it, in to a close proximity of the princess who was safely and snuggily secure in her world that was about to be rocked.

They met at the royal ball wearing boots and denim. And as fate would have it, this princess asked the cavalier to dance. Silently, scared, and overwhelmed by the beauty of the princess, he said yes. It didn’t take long. He was smitten, bad … real bad. I mean really bad. The night ended, the princess left with her friend and the cavalier with his entourage. But he had something. He had her digits . All ten of them. It was as if she left her glass slipper at the ball … he knew to whom it belonged, but it would take a while for the princess to admit it was her slipper.

Days, weeks, and months, he would work to win the heart of the princess that already had his heart in her hand. He patiently, prayerfully, and nobly wore her down. Oh she tried to keep the drawbridge to her private castle up, not letting anyone in but her dogs. But this cavalier was persistent.

No gun toting father would deter him. No being defeated by the princess in the sport of which thought he was master would do it. She tried to run him off. Oil over the castle walls, arrows from the fortified castle towers, and so many other acts of war. Her sister begged her to cut him lose before she broke his heart. But that is not the way this story goes. He won over the parents, he befriended the canine protectors, and he kept at it … and it happened.

Her shell cracked just a smidgen.

Her inner soul had opened up and through that little crack came pouring in a love that has overwhelmed her – and would rewrite the story she thought she controlled.

Yesterday, the princess and the cavalier stood before family, friends, canines, and the Lord. They committed their life to each other. They made vows to each other. They shared tears. And they became one.

The festivities will be sung about for generations. The bus that brought delights. The cakes of cheese that melted on the tongues of attendees. The dances of so many young and old. And the blending of families. Yes, poets and bards will write … and the story will be told and the songs sung.

But as food was gone, the delights were all eaten, and the music was ended … all waited outside for the couple to exit heading to the beginning of the journey called ‘together forever’. But inside, on an empty dance floor … the two stood. The only witnesses were the parents of the two. And a song was played.

And the two ended the night the way the journey began … They danced.

The last dance of the celebration, but not of the journey.

They danced … eyes only for each other, the world spinning around them, yet all they saw was the one before them. Arms around each other, smiles with a depth of love that only days like this can produce, he thought only of the princess, she thought only of the cavalier. And … They danced.

Never stop. Keep on dancing.

She Danced With Him First

Not another wedding story! Yes. I only have one kid so this kind of took a lot of our attention. We left Dallas yesterday – pretty early. Didn’t expect to see the couple again so off we drove – until a couple hours out, Calvin texted and wanted to hug his mother good bye. No delay was too long for that.

I calculated where they were – where they were headed – where we were – best place to meet without too significant a loss of time.

Paris. We could go to Paris. The city of lights – love – mystery … or a small farm town in northeast Texas. Yep, the second one. Detour, and a long wait at Starbucks (if there is a Starbucks, Lisa will find it.)

But no delay was too long – it was worth it. Some bonding time. Some exchange of convo, she signed my rock I took from the venue (oh yes I did – and it was the first time she ever signed her new name as one officially owning that new name) … and final hugs for this trip.

It was worth it. For before that woman came in, took him away, and danced with our son – before then, he danced with his mother long before her. They danced to Barney, to Power Rangers, and more. Then at the wedding, they danced again – to Beyoncé this time. Halo – for she was and is his angel. He even got her a halo to wear.

She danced with him first. And will gladly yield to his new dance partner. But she is always willing to dance anytime with her greatest joy.

I encourage you to read the words from her own heart – with a special spiritual challenge included.

Thank you for anxiously awaiting the posting of this blog! I am sure you were counting the hours to find out the outcome of the wedding of the century! The ceremony beyo

Nope gonna make you go to her blog to read it. Enjoy

Here is the blog insight from the one that danced with him first.

The Princess Danced

She is a free spirited joy to her parents. Strong willed (much like her mother I hear) yet with a spirit that is tender in a way that most don’t see on the surface. Life had been good to her in so many ways … a family who loves her, a big sis that taught her, and a few animals that bring her joy overflowing. She is one that loves her God and walks in His way. But this princess has felt sorrow too. Pain that no one should have to endure. She turned that into a service to others going through tough times … just one of the ways she has been used by God. But she also took that pain and decided to stay in her castle, safe and secure as she snuggles with her royal protectors … two dogs that bring great joy just with their presence.

But no … a traveling soul, a naive, dorky, goofy, yet lovable cavalier (defined as a dashing and attentive man, especially one acting as a lady’s escort) would enter into her life. He too has had a good life. Parents that treasure and love him, raising him to be a cavalier of integrity and honor, teaching him the ways of the Lord. They had no real castle. They traveled the countryside, ministering to those around them, sharing the hope and grace of the Lord. He did sit still for a while as he resided for a time in a land called “the 804” where he was blessed with friends and family. But his soul still drew him to wander. This cavalier … never having a single place to call home, never having siblings, and never sure where the nomadic life would take him … returned to the land of his birth, a land of cowboys, longhorns, and patriots – away from his parents. But as the Lord would have it, in to a close proximity of the princess who was safely and snuggily secure in her world that was about to be rocked.

They met at the royal ball wearing boots and denim. And as fate would have it, this princess asked the cavalier to dance. Silently, scared, and overwhelmed by the beauty of the princess, he said yes. It didn’t take long. He was smitten, bad … real bad. I mean really bad. The night ended, the princess left with her friend and the cavalier with his entourage. But he had something. He had her digits . All ten of them. It was as if she left her glass slipper at the ball … he knew to whom it belonged, but it would take a while for the princess to admit it was her slipper.

Days, weeks, and months, he would work to win the heart of the princess that already had his heart in her hand. He patiently, prayerfully, and nobly wore her down. Oh she tried to keep the drawbridge to her private castle up, not letting anyone in but her dogs. But this cavalier was persistent. No gun toting father would deter him. No being defeated by the princess in the sport of which thought he was master would do it. She tried to run him off. Oil over the castle walls, arrows from the fortified castle towers, and so many other acts of war. Her sister begged her to cut him lose before she broke his heart.

But that is not the way this story goes. He won over the parents, he befriended the canine protectors, and he kept at it … and it happened. Her shell cracked just a smidgen. Her inner soul had opened up and through that little crack came pouring in a love that has overwhelmed her – and would rewrite the story she thought she controlled.

Yesterday, the princess and the cavalier stood before family, friends, canines, and the Lord. They committed their life to each other. They made vows to each other. They shared tears. And they became one.

The festivities will be sung about for generations. The bus that brought delights. The cakes of cheese that melted on the tongues of attendees. The dances of so many young and old. And the blending of families. Yes, poets and bards will write … and the story will be told and the songs sung.

But as food was gone, the delights were all eaten, and the music was ended … all waited outside for the couple to exit heading to the beginning of the journey called ‘together forever’. But inside, on an empty dance floor … the two stood. The only witnesses were the parents of the two. And a song was played. And the two ended the night the way the journey began …

They danced.

The last dance of the celebration, but not of the journey.

They danced … eyes only for each other, the world spinning around them, yet all they saw was the one before them. Arms around each other, smiles with a depth of love that only days like this can produce, he thought only of the princess, she thought only of the cavalier. And …

They danced.

Never stop. Keep on dancing.

Black Eye for a Wedding? Go as a Pirate

The days are getting closer. My son is getting ready to exchange vows and enter a life for which no man is ever prepared.

As I travel to Dallas, I am excited about the new stage of his journey. But I also realize we are parents of the groom, so no one really cares much about us. So to overcome this obstacle, I decided I would do something special to make me stand out. As I checked in the oil and the fluid levels in the car, a gust wind slammed the hood closed. Unfortunately, I was still under the hood and the huge hunk of metal slammed down on my face. I was fortunate in that it hit above my eye, to the side of my eye, and below my eye but never hit my eye.

Immediately, I put ice on my face and said a prayer that there would be no damage or that no visit to the hospital would be necessary. There was blood, there was pain, but mostly there was embarrassment. It’s not too bad, but considering that I’m getting ready to go into the most photographed time of Calvin’s life, I wonder if this was God’s sense of humor.

The blood stopped, the pain was numbed, and Lisa felt little sympathy. Calvin says I can wear an eyepatch, kind of like a pirate. Since I’m taking Pegleg Pete, I can get a little eyepatch for him too, and we will go as two pirates.

The next 72 hours will be interesting. We will see if my eye turns black and blue. We will see if I can find an eyepatch that would match his color scheme. But most of all, we will see how much fun I will be able to make of Calvin because he’s getting a mani-pedi. Something I’ve never done. The things we do for our wives.

Life does not always go as expected. Paul even wrote that if you get married you should expect some worldly troubles. But this thing I do know, Calvin has found a beautiful and sweet bride to be. And I know they will make it through the good times and the bad times, because they’ve got the Lord at the center of their relationship.

Have a blessed day, and make sure your hood is secure if you’re underneath it.

What’s on Your Refrigerator Door?

It’s grotesque. I want to shred them and bury them deep in my trash bin. I am referring to the two large Dallas Cowboy magnates that adorn our fridge. A silver and blue helmet and and a same color star. Ughh. I didn’t buy them. Somehow, they were on the holder of sweet watermelon and chilled fruit before I arrived. I don’t know who played the cruel joke; but for some reason, they have remained magnetically attached.

Well, I know why they are still there … Lisa. She had great taste when she said ‘I Do’. But not so great taste in football teams.

But there is an upside.

Yesterday, we received an invitation to a wedding. It was already on our calendar. October 12. A day when the earth stands still. On this simple invitation to the nuptials of our first/only born and the woman he conned, oops, wooed. On this invitation are details to remember, a date to honor, and pictures of a twosome that I pray for allllll theeee tiiime.

They are great pictures. And they are now on our refrigerator being held in place by the two abominations from Big D.

It goes to show … no matter how bad, how reviling, how much we think unusable – there is something good that can come out of it.

God can take our darkest moments, our toughest trails, and our hardest hits … and He can use them for His goodness, His glory, and His greatness.

In the words of a fellow journeyman in this world of good and bad …

God loves to bring good out of bad. He loves to turn crucifixions into resurrections. Every obstacle is an opportunity. Every problem has potential. Every crisis is an opportunity for ministry. Every hurt God wants to use for His glory.

So thank you crusty old Cowboy card holders. When I look at the fridge now … you are holding something precious. Pictures of a perfect couple.


Want to go a little deeper? A great blogger wrote on goodness today … much better than me. So check it out here.