My Cindrella Story
In every little girls fantasy they dream of being Cinderella and being whisked away by that dreamy knight and shining armor. Sadly as they get older and life has taken many turns, that Cinderella story slowly fades. As the little girl gets older and becomes an adult that thought of being Cinderella is still there but many times they think it was just a good story never to happen to them. But every once in a while however that dream of being Cinderella actually happens and she does get whisked away by her knight and shining armor. This is my story of how I became Cinderella and how I found my knight and shining armor.
As a little girl I had pretty much the same life as any other girl would have, playing dolls, dress up, and watching those great princess shows. As I became a teen my life changed, for the next ten years or so I lived a life of hell on earth being physically and mentally abused by my father. The dream of ever being Cinderella seemed to be just another fairytale only to be told on the big screens or through some other lucky girl out there. My life became very dark and lonely. I didn't want anyone at school to really know how bad life was at home so I just kept to myself that way I wouldn't have to tell anyone. I always went to church but never really cared about this Jesus people talked about especaially since they said that your earthly father was supposed to be an image of God. I remember thinking "I have enough hell from my earthly father, why in the hell would I want to live in eternity with a God who acts just like him."
After highschool I started college at a near by college and started partying and hanging out with all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons, but I thought "hey I am finally popular and the guys finally like me, so ok." Two years into college all those people who I thought were my friends and all those guys who I thought one of them might be a future husband all graduated, never to be heard from again. So yet again just more heartache, pain, and more broken pieces of my life left to try to be put back together again.
As the fall semester rolled around for college to start back my twin brother invited me to this Christian group at school. I thought "whatever I have nothing else to do so I guess I'll go." Not knowing what to really expect I went and this would be a turning point in my life that was for the good and would be forever. I have always loved music and I have always been drawn to guys who have any part of music. I was parked in my car out front of where this group goes to meet and this guy comes out who is tan, has long hair with a doorag on his head, wearing dark baggy clothes, with a guitar strapped around his neck. I thought "man he is hot!!!" So I decided to park the car and go in and he was playing with a band (even hotter.) As time went on I started hanging out with this group alot and became friends with this (hot guy) and slowly started to realize that they all had something I didn't have but wanted. I started asking questions and by Novemeber of that year I had asked Jesus to come into my life. The (hot guy) and I started hanging out alot more. We would sit and talk about Jesus and about the verses I had read and he would help me to understand them. Everytime I hung out with my friends I would call him to see if he wanted to hang out not knowing that he thought I was hot as well but had a girlfriend at the time (dang!!!) Eventually his relationship with this other girl ended and that just meant more time for me to hang out with him (yeah!!!)
The time came when he decided to change schools and I remember when he told me he was changing schools my heart was broke, I was devastated because I didn't know if I would ever see him again. I wasn't sure of my true feelings for him at the time but I knew I didn't want to be away from him and I sure couldn't stand the thought of him being with another girl. After he changed schools however we still stayed in contact. I had decided to go on a nine month commitment not to date but to just get closer to Jesus and that the next time I dated anyone it would be because I was going to marry them. During this nine month commitment (the hot guy) and I continued to talk and hang out on the weekends and would you know it the very day my commitment was over with their the (hot guy) was at my doorstep. We went to a nearby park and he said he needed to tell me something, I told him the samething. He said "you go first" and I said "no you first, you started it." So he told me that he really liked me and I told him I really liked him and he asked me out. I said "yes" of course knowing full well whether he knew it or not that he was the guy I would be marrying.
Our first date was supposed to be to an outside concert but it got rained out, so our first date was at the McDonald's parking lot where we drew on his windshield and was the first time we held hands. On our third date we ended up at the Target parking lot talking and I remember thinking "is this guy ever going to kiss me." So finally I just leaned in close enough to where he didn't have a choice but to kiss me. After about a year and half of dating, he finally popped the big question which I knew would be yes since the beginning. It was supposed to be a proposal fit for Cinderella with a horse drawn carriage, flowers, and a night out on the town. However I had just gotten back from a Mission trip and was tired of being in a vehicle and just wanted to sleep so he had to change his tactic. I was laying in his computer room and he said he needed to tell me something, he said "I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore." I remember thinking "whatever I'm taking a nap before I go home." He said it again "I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore, I want you to be my wife." He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I said "yes" of course.
After about another year and a little more heartache from my father, it was finally time for me to make my Cinderella story complete and walk down the isle to my knight and shining armor.
The rest is pretty much history, but this (hot guy) who has now been my knight and shining armor for almost 19 years (including dating) is still just that my knight and shining armor. The one true guy who has always been there for me, who continuously shows me what true love really is and is now getting to show that same love to our three beautiful children. So now I just sit back and hope and pray that because of my Cinderella story that three more will be written through my children.
As a little girl I had pretty much the same life as any other girl would have, playing dolls, dress up, and watching those great princess shows. As I became a teen my life changed, for the next ten years or so I lived a life of hell on earth being physically and mentally abused by my father. The dream of ever being Cinderella seemed to be just another fairytale only to be told on the big screens or through some other lucky girl out there. My life became very dark and lonely. I didn't want anyone at school to really know how bad life was at home so I just kept to myself that way I wouldn't have to tell anyone. I always went to church but never really cared about this Jesus people talked about especaially since they said that your earthly father was supposed to be an image of God. I remember thinking "I have enough hell from my earthly father, why in the hell would I want to live in eternity with a God who acts just like him."
After highschool I started college at a near by college and started partying and hanging out with all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons, but I thought "hey I am finally popular and the guys finally like me, so ok." Two years into college all those people who I thought were my friends and all those guys who I thought one of them might be a future husband all graduated, never to be heard from again. So yet again just more heartache, pain, and more broken pieces of my life left to try to be put back together again.
As the fall semester rolled around for college to start back my twin brother invited me to this Christian group at school. I thought "whatever I have nothing else to do so I guess I'll go." Not knowing what to really expect I went and this would be a turning point in my life that was for the good and would be forever. I have always loved music and I have always been drawn to guys who have any part of music. I was parked in my car out front of where this group goes to meet and this guy comes out who is tan, has long hair with a doorag on his head, wearing dark baggy clothes, with a guitar strapped around his neck. I thought "man he is hot!!!" So I decided to park the car and go in and he was playing with a band (even hotter.) As time went on I started hanging out with this group alot and became friends with this (hot guy) and slowly started to realize that they all had something I didn't have but wanted. I started asking questions and by Novemeber of that year I had asked Jesus to come into my life. The (hot guy) and I started hanging out alot more. We would sit and talk about Jesus and about the verses I had read and he would help me to understand them. Everytime I hung out with my friends I would call him to see if he wanted to hang out not knowing that he thought I was hot as well but had a girlfriend at the time (dang!!!) Eventually his relationship with this other girl ended and that just meant more time for me to hang out with him (yeah!!!)
The time came when he decided to change schools and I remember when he told me he was changing schools my heart was broke, I was devastated because I didn't know if I would ever see him again. I wasn't sure of my true feelings for him at the time but I knew I didn't want to be away from him and I sure couldn't stand the thought of him being with another girl. After he changed schools however we still stayed in contact. I had decided to go on a nine month commitment not to date but to just get closer to Jesus and that the next time I dated anyone it would be because I was going to marry them. During this nine month commitment (the hot guy) and I continued to talk and hang out on the weekends and would you know it the very day my commitment was over with their the (hot guy) was at my doorstep. We went to a nearby park and he said he needed to tell me something, I told him the samething. He said "you go first" and I said "no you first, you started it." So he told me that he really liked me and I told him I really liked him and he asked me out. I said "yes" of course knowing full well whether he knew it or not that he was the guy I would be marrying.
Our first date was supposed to be to an outside concert but it got rained out, so our first date was at the McDonald's parking lot where we drew on his windshield and was the first time we held hands. On our third date we ended up at the Target parking lot talking and I remember thinking "is this guy ever going to kiss me." So finally I just leaned in close enough to where he didn't have a choice but to kiss me. After about a year and half of dating, he finally popped the big question which I knew would be yes since the beginning. It was supposed to be a proposal fit for Cinderella with a horse drawn carriage, flowers, and a night out on the town. However I had just gotten back from a Mission trip and was tired of being in a vehicle and just wanted to sleep so he had to change his tactic. I was laying in his computer room and he said he needed to tell me something, he said "I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore." I remember thinking "whatever I'm taking a nap before I go home." He said it again "I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore, I want you to be my wife." He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I said "yes" of course.
After about another year and a little more heartache from my father, it was finally time for me to make my Cinderella story complete and walk down the isle to my knight and shining armor.
The rest is pretty much history, but this (hot guy) who has now been my knight and shining armor for almost 19 years (including dating) is still just that my knight and shining armor. The one true guy who has always been there for me, who continuously shows me what true love really is and is now getting to show that same love to our three beautiful children. So now I just sit back and hope and pray that because of my Cinderella story that three more will be written through my children.
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