The fairy tales have us dreaming over the handsome man on the steady white stead. Heavy metal plating his chest and protecting his head, a sword ready at his hip, heels anchored toward the ground and back straight as he gallops to our rescue.
We spend time dreaming about this hero. The one that will sweep into our lives and be the hero we’ve prayed over.
But I have to admit something.
I don’t want a prince on a white horse.
As charming as that image is. As much as I giggle over the handsome man on the white stead like the next hopeless romantic, I don’t want just a hero.
I want a warrior.
I pray for that warrior.
We are called into battle every day of our lives. The devil is constantly bombarding us through the evil that surrounds us in this fallen world. We aren’t called to live lives that are easy and simple—we are called to stand strong and fight the good fight. Though our knees may shake and strength weaken.
The problem with those fairy tale princes? They are filled with bravado and fanciful charm that make for great stories and make our hearts sigh, but hold up little under the true strain of fighting for her/our heart. They were never truly put through the fire storm of battle.
When I think about the man I hope to marry, I don’t envision a fairy tale Prince Charming.
I think of the man who is chasing hard after God. The man that is fighting to remain pure and honest in a world that wants to drag him down at every turn. The man that is waiting for me with a passion that can’t be quenched and a heart to fight for mine as a valuable possession.
A man who first and foremost puts his relationship with God primary and everything else as secondary.
This man? He’s a warrior. You can’t live pure in this world without being one.
He’s prepared for battle and knows how to arm himself with the armor of God. This man doesn’t spend the time on his white horse as he does on his knees. This man doesn’t look to the attention of the world to validate what he is or is not doing, he’s focused on what God is asking him to do right now.
He’s a man that when he walks into a room, you notice. Not because he has a face or a physique we can’t take our eyes from, but because he spends his days fighting for Christ. And that love and passion and drive emanates through every single pore.
Those sheet-metal princes? They have nothing on this warrior.
This is the man I pray will do battle for my heart. Who will stand beside me, in stance to fight the battle for Christ. To walk bravely where other men stumble. And to kneel humbly before the Creator of his heart.
This is the warrior I pray for.
Girls, don’t pray for just a prince charming. Those are a dime a dozen. Pray for the warrior of Christ, that will win your heart and go to battle for you.