As I type these words one billion people are turning their attention to London to watch the Royal Wedding. It’s every girl’s dream. Horse drawn carriages, fairy tale gowns, tiaras, palaces. This morning Kate woke up a girl with no title, a commoner, and tonight she will go to bed Her Royal Highness Princess William Arthur Philip Louis, Duchess of Cambridge, Countess of Strathearn, Baroness Carrickfergus.
I have to admit, I’m caught up in all the hype. My step-mom is British so her appreciation for the Royal family has rubbed off on me. All morning I’ve been enjoying the pomp and circumstance and craving a good strong pot of tea (P.G. Tips, please).
I can’t help but wonder if the reality of Catherine and Williams’s marriage will measure up to all the hype. Today was all smiles and glamor, but what about when the crowds go home and the cameras are turned off. Will their life behind closed doors still be a fairy tale?
I know mine isn’t.
And while you may think Princess Catherine and I don’t have that much in common, deep down I think maybe we do.
We’re both women. And at the heart of every woman lies common desires. To be loved, to be accepted, to be valued, to have our dreams come true. The problem with dreams and desires is that inevitably something goes wrong. Sometimes we face disappointment or discouragement. Sometimes our dreams are completely shattered.
I know I’ve faced my fair share of disappointments, discouragement and shattered dreams. I’ve had my sleepless nights wondering what went wrong. I’ve looked at other women’s lives and convinced myself that if I just had their ________ I would be happier. But the more I talk to women, the more I hear their stories, the more I realize that none of us live perfect fairy tale lives. Not even Princess Catherine, or Princess Diana, or Her Royal Highness the Queen herself.
Broken dreams are part of life. Part of life I’d rather opt out of. But God tells me that broken dreams help me become more like Jesus. If I allow Him to pick up the broken pieces of my shattered dreams and create something beautiful out of my mess.
So I guess I’ve decided I don’t want to be royal after all. I’d just have the same problems but with added pressure and funny hats. No, I’ll keep my less than happily ever after life, broken dreams and all. I’ll endure the disappointments and discouragements that come with being a woman. Because I know in the end it will all be worth it. One day, just like Princess Catherine, I too will get a new name. A name not given to me by Her Royal Highness, but by the King of kings and Lord of lords. And on that day… it will be worth it all!