...that, or this whimsical little fairytale has more of a hold on me than I once understood.
Maybe it's that wandering gypsy in me that loves the idea of being free, weaving flowers in my hair and dancing without a care in the world.
Maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me that thrills at the notion of such devotion...finding a ruffian with the charm of a prince to sweep me off my feet...having someone love me enough to give up everything to care for me.
Maybe it's the Christian in me who feels a familiar rush of tears and joy at the realization that the King of Heaven gave up everything, including His precious life and blood, just to ensure that I would live a life of freedom and light.
Personally, I think it's a bit of all three.
The idea of flickering lights floating in the sky, amid the already-sparkling stars.
A beacon of epic proportions, the dazzling beauty of sun and flowers floating against the blue-black of midnight...
...all to call me home again.
The cry of a Father, sending His lights out...
...whispering in the darkness of the night...
"My daughter, I know you're out there. Please come home...come back to Me."
"And at last I see the light / And it's like the fog has lifted / And at last I see the light / And it's like the sky is new / And it's warm and real and bright / And the world has somehow shifted / All at once everything looks different / Now that I see you..." ~Disney's Tangled