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Thursday, October 22, 2009

A Post By Princess Emily

Dear Readers,
Before you start to read the post below, I would like to thank Princess Emily for doing this for us. If you would like to have us publish anything for you, please leave it as a comment, and I (Princess Catherine) will see when would it would be best to publish it.

Princess Catherine ~*~

“What?!” I burst out, shocked and horrified. The voice on the other end of my cell phone said the same words again. “I have a new girlfriend.”
I got angry, and so I shouted “Well, who needs you anyway? Jerk!” And I slammed my thumb down on the button that ended the call. That call ended my relationship with my first boyfriend.

I felt numb, empty. Who would I think about when I was day dreaming? Why would I care about what I wore if I didn’t have anyone to notice it? What would I do in my spare time if I wasn’t checking my e-mail or texting him? When would I get my life back?

I decided the answer was to date someone else in my high school. A guy that I didn’t really know well, but he seemed OK. Strong, pretty good looking, and laughing at everything (and anything) I said. Then I realized that my heart wasn’t in this relationship and he was too carefree (I wanted someone to say that everyone that was against me were jerks and sympathize with me), and so I made a choice to break up with him. Although I wasn’t hurt like the first time I broke up, it still felt like I was hollow inside.
Then I agreed to date another boy in my school. He was handsome, funny, and a good athlete. What more could I ask for? Well, you might not know the answer, but I do. I wanted love. He was too busy with other things to even check my text messages I sent him, and so I got more and more desperate to try and contact him and get his attention. I grew more and more worried about what he thought about my clothes, make-up, hair styles, and other things that just weren’t very important. I realized that I was only his “girlfriend” by name. Then he broke up with me (and put me on his spam list because I e-mailed him too much), and that was it.
When he broke up with me, I broke inside. My heart became broken. I knew I couldn’t go through another boyfriend if all they did to me was hurt me. They never abused me physically, but when they broke up with me, I was devastated. They don’t call it “breaking up” for no reason.
I ran to my room and slammed my door while locking myself in and other people out. I turned off my cell phone, unplugged my laptop, and sat hunched up on my bed, crying. My parents tried to come in, but I just said I was fine and would come down later. Or other times I would (I’m not proud of it now) yell at them, angry at them for something I had brought upon myself.
No wonder the teenage years are so tough! I thought. I won’t be able to last through another boyfriend, but if I don’t date, everyone else will think I’m some weirdo!
Then the question came to my mind “What should I do now?”

A note was thrust under my door in an envelope titled “To Emily”. I ignored it for about two minutes, then I became curious. Who sent it to me? I didn’t recognize the handwriting. Filled with interest, I grabbed the note and tore it open.

On the top was the address “Psalm 18:6” and on the bottom “Psalm 34:17” Then it read as follows:


Don’t know why, but I feel like I should pray for you. It’s OK to cry, but remember that God will wipe your tears. Pray for yourself; it’s not wrong! Pray for guidance about what to do next (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Your friend,


Megan? My “friend” at school who does that Bible Study thing at recess? I laughed and walked over to put it on my bookshelf in the drawer with all my other letters (OK, it was really my junk drawer), then I opened the drawer to toss the letter in and stopped. There, sitting in my junk drawer, sat the Bible Megan and her friend, Jenny, gave to me one day at school. I had never opened it, I’ll admit. Then I felt compelled to open it. If Megan spent her time to write and send me a note (even a weird note at that), I should at least figure out what Psalm was and what the numbers 18, 6, 34, and 17 meant. So I looked at the “table of contents” and looked for the chapter Psalm. It turns out that “Psalm” was not a chapter, but a book, one of the 66 books in the Bible. And the numbers were not random. When it said “Psalm 18:6” it meant the book Psalm, the chapter 18, and the verse 6. I was amazed at how organized everything was. And I was comforted by the words I found in those pages. I had felt so empty after my break ups, but King David in Psalm 23:5 it says “…My cup overflows.” I wanted something, and in Psalm 23:1 it says “…I shall not want.” It was all about me, me, me, me, and (yep) me. What would I do, why would I care, when would I get my life back. I was (and still am sometimes, but God helps me) selfish, but now I know that in Philippians (chapter 2 verse 3), it says “Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves;”

So, God has brought my life back, even after my boyfriends (I had more than three, I just picked the “main” three). It was tough, and it will be for you too. But remember Megan’s words of encouragement “It’s OK to cry, but remember that God will wipe your tears. Pray for yourself; it’s not wrong! Pray for guidance about what to do next (Proverbs 3:5-6)”

Proverbs 3:5-6
“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.”

Psalm 18:6
“In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into His ears.”

Psalm 34:17
“The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles.”

Now, I can proudly say that I am no longer just Emily, a common, hopeless person, but now I am Princess Emily, daughter of the King of Kings. And I can boast of this because Galatians 6:14 “May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.”

Princess Emily, daughter of The King of Kings


  1. Thank you for contributing to White Rose Valley, Princess Emily, and thanks for telling your story!
    ~Princess Gloria

  2. Very good post, Princess Emily. You're a very skilled writer!

  3. Princess Emily,
    Thank you for contributing to White Rose Valley, and thanks for sharing your story!
    ~Princess Gloria

  4. Thanks you two! I tried to do my best, but keep it as my writing style, not a bunch of strange words and stuff. I wasn't sure if you'd like it, but now I'm glad you do!

    Princess Emily