MacDonald Carey’s voice dramatically intoned the introduction to my favorite soap. “Like sands through the hour glass, so are the Days of Our Lives.”
Like those grains of sand, every minute I invested in drivel counted. Each one added up; the sum was a warped, fruitless life.
Garbage in, garbage out.
I craved romance. I wanted admiration and passion. I knew Prince Charming was coming to sweep me off my feet and ride me away on his motorcycle, as I Need a Hero, swelled in the background.
My hero had long, wild, black hair. He loved to read, dance, write and just look at me for hours. He brought me flowers, kissed me passionately and was willing to work and wait for me. He was dangerous, but tamed by my love—captive to my charms.
Only in my dreams.
Instead, there was a Mike. Mike drove a tricked-out pickup truck with KC lights and a roll bar. He had short hair and wore cowboy boots. I was hopelessly devoted to him.
Mike enjoyed kissing me, but I am not sure what, or if, he read. He never seemed mesmerized by my beauty and he never brought me flowers. He did not work or wait for me, but he had me running circles around him.
We flitted in and out of dating over three years of high school. Although his hands explored much of my physical body, he never knew me.
I never knew him.
Many years and loves later I met the real Prince Charming. I do not know exactly what he looks like, but he was willing to work, live, wait and die for me.
My hero knows me, from the number of hairs I have on my head to every thought I have ever had and ever will. He knows every ugly and beautiful thing about me intimately. He bore the pain of my evil thoughts and deeds in His own body and still He loves and desires me.
He is powerful, wise and good. His love tames me; I am captive to His charms. I yield to His will, and as I do, I become a beautiful, unique reflection of Him. I have all the romance, admiration and passion I need. He has eclipsed my dream entirely.
My hero is Love—and every day I know Him more.
Debbie O'Connor lives just north of New Orleans with her husband, Jim, and their two children. Jesus has been her savior for 18 years. Contact Debbie at email@example.com.
Copyright 2008 Debbie O'Connor
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