I knew then that I had been like a Holy book to him. My pages pouring with redemption; with acceptance; with mercy. Every gaze into my face offered the reflection of all he was and could be, but was not prepared to become. My confidence in him made him uncomfortable. The unconditional love I prided myself in providing was too heavy of a weight. I was a temple he walked away from; a safe place he refused to rest. Precious beyond explanation and intentionally naive so that I could withstand his resistant love.
"Why give something like me to someone like him?" I asked, almost empty of tears.
"Because that's how my shepherds learn that they are Kings. Through currents of love that take the shape of sweet-faced girls that give them courage, even when they themselves don't understand the depths of their worth."
"I understand that Father, and I am proud of the work I've done. But how do ladies of the water discover their Queedom once Kings have come and gone?"
Silence... and then Father spoke warmly into my heart.
"My precious one, if you know of your Queendom, what is there left to discover? Who is fit to lead you to you other than yourself? If you could learn to have loved him without fault, you possess every necessary skill to covet your own love; your own divine power. You are my vessel, and I have created you with authority over the waters you travel. Let no man, neither shepherd nor King, detain you from your thrown."
And just like that I allowed the shepherd to be his own King, and I gained infinite access to my rightful place in the temple I thought I built for someone else.
This Kingdom of love I have built was built for me.
