This picture is from my homecoming senior year with my dad. I had been on the homecoming court since I was a sophomore. See what happens in a really small Christian school is that the entire school votes on who they want to be a representative for the high school classes on the homecoming court and I was chosen all 3 years. Senior year, you have to be on it. Senior year homecoming is also the year that you are voted on to be homecoming queen. It had been my dream since I was in kindergarten to be homecoming queen...mainly because I wanted the crown. The seniors are also the ones that work out the logistics of it all too. So we decided on the decorations and the flowers and everything else that went in to it. We also wanted this to be the first year where we could do a princess and prince. We had discussed this with the faculty and others being involved...and my mom. My mom was the secretary of my school and a big part of the homecoming process. We all came to a decision that it would be best not to have a princess of prince. Well, it was friday and the school voted on who they wanted as their homecoming queen. The girl that were in my class were, Lindsay, Leah, Ann, and me. So they're were only 4 girls to choose from. It finally came down to the evening to get everything started and we are all lined up to go out on the court and my mom announces that we are going to have a prince and princess for the court. Did I tell you that my mom is also the one that counts the votes? Well, when she announced that I knew I wasn't going to be queen, and as it turns out, I wasn't. But I know why my mom made that decision at the last minute. She did it so I wouldn't have to suffer through rejection or a lost hope. She was protecting me from any kind of hurt that it might cause. She knew I had wanted this. I was crushed, of course, but it really doesn't matter now. Today, as I was getting ready for the wedding rehearsal, I was just thinking about that time and how she had tried to protect me from any kind of pain I might experience. Immediately, my mind went to Christ because that's exactly what he did for me on the cross. He suffered to make my punishment painless. Granted, my mom didn't suffer through me just getting princess (Oh! did I forget to mention that I at least got princess? Well, I did...but still, no crown) But my mom wanting to avert me of rejection or hurt or a hope deferred. Christ did that for me too. As he went to the cross on my behalf and declared guilty of all, I was declared righteous and Holy even though I am clearly not. I sin. I do, really. Sometimes, I am surprised by how much I really do sin, but I was reminded on Monday that God is not surprised by it. And when I sin 5 minutes later, He'll still be faithful to forgive and love me even more. Even though I was rejected as Queen for homecoming my senior year, my Savior was rejected by all men because of the sin that I acted on. He knows rejection. His own Father turned his back on him. The people cursed at him and wanted him to die over a guilty murderer.
Senior year has come and gone...like 8 years ago! Homecoming queen doesn't matter worth dust any more, but the thing that matters is how Christ was shown to me even years later through my mom of how she tried to avert pain from me to protect me from that hurt just as Christ has done for me on the cross.
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