Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess who lived in a land named "Woefully Flat" in a country named "Texas." This princess was generally what you might consider a goody-two-shoes, in fact her middle name was something along the gist of "Not Interested", referring to most of those things the goody-two-shoes of the world don't bother with. All that to say however, that this princess took a disobedient turn one year in the middle of November and neglected to correct this disobedience until July of that year. For this disobedience, her Father (we'll call him God) left her to her own devices which turned out to be rather inadequate for getting through life. So, this princess, upon acknowledging her mistake, decided obedience might be a better plan and immediately embarked upon the road named for her Father (My Way).
She was overjoyed to realize that her Father didn't hold grudges and welcomed her back with open arms. Despite a little lingering sadness over the disobedience, this princess was overwhelmingly happy that her Father decided to let her back in to his circle of friends and she decided that she would never again tell her Father "I'll do it anyway" when he said "No."
Not so very long after this decision (one day in October to be exact), the princess was given a wonderful gift by her Father. This gift was a complete suprise in every way and it thrilled her heart in a way no other gift ever had. She was so amazed by her Father's love and generosity that she couldn't help but thank him at the beginning of every new shining day, and again at the end of those days. Sometimes she even did a little jig of rejoicing in the middle of the day.
The princess's gift taught her many things, sometimes even things about her Father that she hadn't known before...things about fear, about bravery, about confidence and beauty, even about listening to her Father's voice. She cherished her gift and held it dear but always remembered to look to her Father in thanks for the gift, at least for the first few months.
Unfortunately, this princess began to sway in her focus on her Father and she started to hold her gift too tightly after awhile. When her view blurred, she stumbled and began to slide down down down a hill that never seemed to end. She fought to stay up, but the mud proved too slippery and, with her arms all tied up with the gift, she couldn't reach for her Father's hand very well. Even though she slipped and slid further down the hill, her Father still used her gift to teach her many things and sometimes just to dry her tears and hold her up to see that the blue sky was still there.
Finally one day, after a particularly difficult few weeks, her Father decided to take her gift away. The princess was shocked and questioned her Father over and over about the wisdom of his decision, but to no avail, her Father remained mysteriously quiet. The princess gave up fighting to stay on the hill and so rolled the rest of the way down the hill, which did have a bottom as it turns out. As she lay there, broken and bloody and full of tears, her Father came for her. He picked her up and held her close to his beating heart and he carried her away to a restful place. In the days to come, her Father wrote her many love letters, all which told her that his love would endure forever, no matter what.
The princess clung to her Father and read his letters over and over and over and one day, she found the courage to try to look out at the world again. She was suprised to find that the sky was still blue and the birds still sang and soared and that her friends still loved her. The princess spent many days watching the birds as they flew about in such freedom and decided that that's what she wanted - wings to soar on. She asked her Father for wings, especially for her heart, and he said "Yes."
As this princess tried to learn to use her wings, she spent a lot of time falling. She was frustrated sometimes by the way that she started nearly every day ready to try to fly and ended all of those days on the ground, wings all broken and dirty, and her heart in tears again, but her Father always repaired her wings while she slept and asked her to try again each morning. The princess knew that her Father really did love her and knew what was best for her, she knew it in the very corners of her heart, so she put her hand in his and kept trying to fly, longing for the freedom she knew awaited. For the first time in her life, the princess realized that she finally trusted her Father all the way and, in a way, this trust gave her the sense of freedom and adventure that she had longed for for so very long.
This is as far as the princess' story can go at this point...someday she'll soar and she'll never have to fight distraction from her Father again, and when that happens, her story will have found it's end (or maybe the beginning, it's yet to be determined for sure).