The Princess and the pea is a story by Hans Christian Anderson…
There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He traveled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.
One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.
In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself sent to open it.
It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.
‘Well we shall soon see if that is true,’ thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she slept.
‘Oh terribly bad!’ said the princess. ‘I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!’
They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin.
So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.
Now this is a true story.
So maybe we think it’s unrealistic right? Well not quite. There’s a King out there looking for a true princess as a bride for His son. And today He still uses the test of the pea in the story. There are loads of princesses out there who aren’t true princesses.
A true princess has a heart that’s delicate, sensitive and pure. She has the life of her father living in her. Her heart has been transformed from that of stone, which is unfeeling and insensitive, to that of flesh… A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you, and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26
Her heart is so chaste, just like the delicate skin of the princess in the story.
The fear of God distinguishes her from the impostors out there; it pushes her to do the things that please the father. The new heart sends away the sinful and rebellious attitude of the old heart.
Thus just as the princess couldn’t sleep with the pea under her mattress, a true princess heart is so delicate that she is bugged out by a little discomfort of sin, one as tiny as a pea sends her on a crazy frenzy of discomfort… bugged out and sleepless until she runs to God to tell him what she’s done and how sorry she is. Because she chooses to be the righteousness of God in Christ, her spirit/heart is delicate and sensitive to anything that would contaminate it or cause her daddy to grieve over her.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come 2 Corinthians 5:17
A heart of stone is cold and would feel nothing even with a dozen peas and rocks tugging at it. It would lie without blinking and cheat without missing a heartbeat… that outburst of anger, that snide remark, that gossip, that little white lie would not convict a heart of flesh, and even if it did, it would be so hardened that it'd see no reason to ask forgiveness.
“…Don't you know that a little yeast leavens the whole batch of dough? 1Corinthians 5:6
That 'little sin' left untouched is all it takes, just like yeast to rise and take over the whole of our being. It’s all it takes to assist our downfall from glory.
I mean if as a princess you can comfortably sit in a club for hours without a little tug(even when you're not drinking or dancing) *kanye shrug*
A transformed heart would be bugged out about being at the wrong place, a heart of flesh would convict a princess for stepping out of line, she’d be so black and blue with discomfort that she’d run to daddy asking for mercy. "BLESSED (HAPPY, fortunate, prosperous, and enviable) is the man who walks and lives not in the counsel of the ungodly [following their advice, their plans and purposes], nor stands [submissive and inactive] in the path where sinners walk, nor sits down [to relax and rest] where the scornful [and the mockers] gather." Psalm 1:1(i guess we missed that memo)
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me Psalm 51:10
For the princesses wearing fake crowns… It’s time to be the true princess you were created to be, to make the prince stop rejecting you as His bride… “I have seen your abominations, your adulteries and neighings, your lewd whorings, on the hills in the field. Woe to you, O Jerusalem! How long will it be before you are made clean?” Jeremiah 13:27 How long?
To the true princesses, hold on tight, even when you feel beaten and out of sorts with delay, lack etc just like the princess in the story was beaten by the weather and drenched at the palace gate… (Many evils confront the [consistently] righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all. Psalm 34:19) Don’t be so carried away with the issues of life and the struggles that you don’t notice the pea under the mattress. Keep pampering your heart of flesh, spend time in the spa of the word and protect it even in the raging storm…
Let the pea hurt, you never know when the true test of your royalty is being played out.
Be an authentic bride of Christ... chosen by the King himself.
(i don't write this on a high chair of self righteousness, I speak this truth for myself too... As much as i'm saying, i'm saying to myself too.)