Every princess needs a pest, and the very best kind is a pretty princess pest. God gave me mine two years ago when I received a letter from my husband informing me he had decided to divorce me. I broke down right in the yard where I was reading the letter, and oddly - and automatically - I called a brand new friend of mine to tell her. Why did I call her when I had a zillion other friends? I have no idea. But I know this. God had sent my pretty princess pest to me without my knowing what He would have in store for us both.
From that day forward, my new friend became my pest. When I was at my worst, she was at her best. She called me left and right. She made absolutely certain I would not slip through the cracks. She reached out when I did not. Little did I know my princess pest friend would also become one of the best friends I have ever had on this earth.
Two years later now, we have both grown beyond description. We share laughs, prayers, tears, troubles, and triumphs. Most important of all, we share a love for Jesus Christ above all else. My pretty princess pest is also my writing angel. She give me a good old-fashioned kick in the butt when I am not staying true to my commitment to write for the Lord. Every princess really does need a pest, and if every princess were as fortunate as I am - every princess would also end up with a cherished friend.
Just a few days ago, I called up my princess friend and shared with her the last letter I will ever receive from my husband. It was a final goodbye letter, and tomorrow he will go to court to divorce me. I broke down over the phone. My princess pest asked if I would read her the letter. I did, and the burden lifted off me as she shared it with me.
My pretty princess pest is also a prayer warrior. My advice? If you don't already have a praying pretty princess pest, ask God for one. I wouldn't be surprised if He already has one picked out for you. And, if you get a pest phone call making sure you're okay, or a kick in the butt reminding you to keep your commitments to God, remember you're the one who asked for it.
I wouldn't trade mine for anyone else. Thank you God for my dear friend Annie, praying pretty princess pest, angel, and beloved friend supreme.
From that day forward, my new friend became my pest. When I was at my worst, she was at her best. She called me left and right. She made absolutely certain I would not slip through the cracks. She reached out when I did not. Little did I know my princess pest friend would also become one of the best friends I have ever had on this earth.
Two years later now, we have both grown beyond description. We share laughs, prayers, tears, troubles, and triumphs. Most important of all, we share a love for Jesus Christ above all else. My pretty princess pest is also my writing angel. She give me a good old-fashioned kick in the butt when I am not staying true to my commitment to write for the Lord. Every princess really does need a pest, and if every princess were as fortunate as I am - every princess would also end up with a cherished friend.
Just a few days ago, I called up my princess friend and shared with her the last letter I will ever receive from my husband. It was a final goodbye letter, and tomorrow he will go to court to divorce me. I broke down over the phone. My princess pest asked if I would read her the letter. I did, and the burden lifted off me as she shared it with me.
My pretty princess pest is also a prayer warrior. My advice? If you don't already have a praying pretty princess pest, ask God for one. I wouldn't be surprised if He already has one picked out for you. And, if you get a pest phone call making sure you're okay, or a kick in the butt reminding you to keep your commitments to God, remember you're the one who asked for it.
I wouldn't trade mine for anyone else. Thank you God for my dear friend Annie, praying pretty princess pest, angel, and beloved friend supreme.
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