Once upon a time, I was a beauty queen.
But I was never crowned.
And no official queen portrait exists.
Because I didn’t earn the title.
In fact, the photo that always appears in the “parade” of past queens in the annual pageant program is of a formal portrait taken when I represented my hometown in another local pageant.
I’ve always hated that picture.
One year I gave my sister a faded photo of me in all my queenly loveliness that she fixed somehow and gave to those responsible for program updating. But by the next year, it had disappeared, and the old one reappeared.
It’s awkward when a stranger who’s just been told you were once a queen asks why your photo is so different from everyone else’s.
You hesitate because inside you’re remembering you were really only second best.
To be continued over at Jennifer Dukes Lee’s place as part of the PreApproved Sisterhood series. Join me there?
In the stillness,
Sandy
With Holley
And Lyli
How awesome to be preapproved by the only one that matters. You are a Princess to the King! Blessing on your day.
And so are you! Have a beautiful week, Maggie.
How did I miss this?
Heading over…
🙂
Sandra,
You are still gorgeous… I enjoy learning more about your story…and what amazes me about God and how big God is ….we are all special to Him…yes, loved in Him 🙂
Awww… thanks, Dolly. Yes, we’re all special. We need to believe it.
I’m heading over to Jennifer’s now to read the rest of your words. Just today I had an audiology appointment — there is always a sense of failure that washes over me when I have them — there is no way I can hear what “normal” people hear. It’s just interesting to me how we can put “failure” to so many things. I’ve never come close to any beauty pageant, so to me, 2nd would mean “rock star.” But I totally hear what you are saying…no pun intended! 🙂