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God’s Little Princesses, by Christine Gipson

When I went to Romania, my hairdryer broke. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. 

It’s funny to me how people put badges on you—stickers if you will—and if you’re not careful, you start to believe them. And bit by bit, they become a part of who you are.

Somewhere along the line, I got the title of being high maintenance; a girly girl who likes shiny things, 1000 thread count sheets, and who can’t live without her hair drier. And to a certain point, those things are true. But eventually, those glittery stickers became an integral part of how I defined myself.

For that reason, I could never summon the courage to go on a mission trip. What about my bangs? How would I fit all of my beauty accoutrements into my luggage? I was desperately afraid that if I was in a situation where I was without those things, it would confirm all those silly stickers I’d been wearing for so long. I just wasn’t made for roughing it, and going on a mission trip would prove that.

But in the end, my love for Global Hope won. I brought two electronic converters with me, so that I wouldn’t be put in a position where I did not have my hair electronics. I used it incorrectly and blew up my hair drier the first day

I was there. I had two seconds of panic—this was it. I braced myself for my reaction. I was going to be a big, stupid baby with First World problems and bad hair. Then after those two seconds were over, I got over it. It didn’t matter.  I didn’t “do” my hair and I barely wore makeup the whole week. I didn’t step foot in a Starbucks or a shopping mall for nine days (a new record). And I thrived.

And little did I know…oh yes…little did I know that I would meet a little girl named Lisa. She didn’t speak a word of English, and I knew about three words of Romanian, and no Hungarian, which was her native language. But while doing crafts with the kids at Ana’s House one day, my eyes naturally found the only book in the room with a shiny pink cover and a beautiful princess on the cover. I picked it up and shouted with delight, “A Princess book!” Lisa, who had barely looked at me up until that point, zeroed in on me instantly. Her brown eyes lit up when she heard that word, and she responded, “Princesa!” She scurried off of her chair and planted herself firmly beside me. She took great care in turning the pages and explaining the princess’ story in detail. I’m sure it had something to do with a prince and a horse and the usual princess business.  I couldn’t tell you what she said. All I knew is that the glittery, pink part of my heart connected with the equally pink and glittery part in her heart.

So what’s keeping you from extending beyond who you think you are, and reaching out to others who need the love of Christ? It’s very possible that your greatest fear, your perceived flaw or weakness could be the very thing the Lord might use to draw you closer to His children, and ultimately, His heart.

Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’  Matthew 19:14