My sweet Princess friend Caetlyn has articulated the plight of the Ice Queen very well in her latest blog. Let Them See You.
I have realized that I spend a lot of time in my metaphorical prison looking for a key. I’ve looked under every rock, and checked every brick in the wall. I’ve gazed out the window and plotted impossible escape plans. The escape plans usually require going back to my Ice Queen ways and using force to get what I want. I could kick the door down and force my way out. But then what. I’m pretty sure I would end up right back where I started. I would either have to keep running and pushing or fall to my knees, surrender and end up back where I started. I’d rather skip the fighting part and just live surrendered in prison.
But still I try to figure out a way to escape. Maybe there is one more lesson I have to learn. Maybe there’s an unconfessed sin lurking in the dark. If I can just find it and bring it out into the light, the door would open. Maybe I haven’t met the right person. How can I meet the right person? Where do I need to go? Who do I need to talk to who can get me where I want to be? Maybe I’m just not happy or content enough. Maybe if I can figure out how to change my heart and my mind, I could go free.
But I’m coming to see that there is only one key, only one way out of this place where I’m stuck. God has the key. He has to open the door from the outside in his good and perfect time. He’s not waiting for me to magically figure something out. He already knows when the timing will be perfect. He already knows the day of the end of my sentence when the work of the suffering will be accomplished, and he is anxiously waiting for me on the other side.
But waiting is so hard. The crazy thing about this prison is that he is not just on the outside; he is here with me on the inside. He is not just the person who holds the key; he’s the person who holds my peace. He is my peace; he is
It’s just really hard to stop trying to find my own key.
What have you been doing to try to find you own key, to make your own way out?
“I’m not going to audition for the musical.” My young friend looked me in the eye and said it. I asked a few follow up questions, but all her answers made sense. She didn’t want to deal with the drama of the drama people. She didn’t want all the stress because she knew she had a good chance of getting a major role. She wanted to get a job and make some money, so she could go out and have fun with her friends her senior year. She knew she wasn’t going to pursue anything with theater after she graduated, so she just didn’t see the point.
A few days later my young friend and her mom showed up at my door. “We need you to give us some advice.” Even though I was reluctant to give advice (said with false humility and sarcasm), I agreed to listen. “Mom wants me to audition, and I don’t want to.” Once again I listened to her well-thought out reasons and justifications. Then I turned and heard her mom’s sadness as she thought of her daughter’s high school experience ending without the lead role in the spring musical. Her mother had watched her light up on stage for years. She watched her daughter soar in many shows, and she quietly beamed inside with pride. Her mom had a hard time imagining watching the spring production without her daughter on stage, and yet my young friend insisted she was at peace with not auditioning.
After I encouraged my good friend to let her daughter make her own decisions and bear the burden of the potential regret, I turned and asked a few questions to my young friend, a struggling Ice Queen like myself. How much of this decision is based on your desire for control? To control your destiny and not do what everyone expects you to do? How much is based on your desire for shock value? The fact that everyone would be shocked that she didn’t audition because they all knew the part was hers. Trust me, I get shock value. I get the rush of the Ice Queen when people are surprised. Which choice requires more faith? She knew the cost of time and energy of having a major part in a musical. It would cost a lot, and she was afraid that it would cost too much with little return. She preferred the more predictable choice of the job at the local chocolate shop where she got a paycheck at the end of the week and predictable hours.
The Ice Queen does what she wants, but the Princess does what the Father wants. The Ice Queen won’t go anywhere she doesn’t want to go, especially when she can’t see the end. The Princess goes where the Father asks her to go, even if she doesn’t see the point. The Ice Queen carefully measures her own time and energy, but the Princess trusts the King to give her the time and energy to do what he has called her to do. The Ice Queen has to make her own provisions. The Princess trusts the Father to provide for all her needs. The Ice Queen seeks her own glory and carefully strategizes her placement. The Princess trusts the Father to place her where she needs to be to glorify him.
When they left, I didn’t know what my young friend would decide. A few days later she told me that she had auditioned. “It was the best audition I had ever given. I usually walk away not liking what I did, but this time, I knew it went really well.” That’s what happens when a Princess walks into a room trusting God to be at work. The pressure isn’t on her because she is just doing what God made her to do. The Ice Queen only trusts herself and her own ability, which makes her incredibly nervous because she knows her weaknesses.
After the audition, my young friend got a call back to audition again for the lead roles. At one point, she decided not to participate in another reading for a different part that she didn’t want. However she heard God tell her that she needed to go do everything that was asked of her. Like a true Princess, she went back into the audition on the arm of the King, entrusting herself to him. Providentially she was able to read again for the part she really wanted, an opportunity she wouldn’t have had if she had left.
A few days later the cast list was posted. She had the female lead, the part everyone knew she would get. But more importantly she learned what it felt like to completely trust the Father. To walk into a situation, knowing that it was all up to him. To set aside what she wanted and to do what he wanted her to do. Now that she knows what that feels like, she will also know what it feels like when the Ice Queen is pushing, driving and not trusting the King to be in charge.
“… but [Jesus] continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly.” (I Peter 2:23)
Maybe you don’t have an audition, but maybe he’s asking you to go into a job interview or on a date with that guy who keeps asking you. Maybe he’s asking you to make a phone call or write a letter, but you just don’t see the point. No matter what the situation is, the question for the Princess still remains: Will you entrust yourself to him?
My friend called me with an urgent prayer request. “I have to go shopping with my daughter for a prom dress, and I just might kill her in the process.” It was that time of year and her oldest daughter’s first prom. Everyone knows the most important part of the evening is the dress. Her daughter had gone into Ice Queen mode, doing all the necessary research to find the perfect dress. Her friends said “The White Room” was the only place to go, and so mother and daughter headed to the store. “Maybe you should come as a buffer,” my friend said to me. Because I love to shop with other people’s money, I was very disappointed I couldn’t go. The trip was successful though without me. They found the perfect dress, one that her daughter LOVED. My friend worried that the dress might not be a good fit for her daughter’s body. But it was so beautiful and her heart was set on this dress. In Ice Queen shopping mode, no daughter listens to what her mother has to say anyway. Because the Orphan side of my friend wanted to please her daughter, she pushed aside her concerns and said yes. Even though the shop didn’t have her size in stock, they signed on the dotted line and ordered the dress. The seamstress assured them that with a few simple alterations, the dress would be perfect. The shop even noted which dress she bought so that they wouldn’t sell the same dress to anyone else at her school.
The week of the prom, I received another urgent call from my friend. She needed me to take her youngest daughter to rehearsal so that she could go pick up the dress from The White Room. The problem was that the seamstress was sick and none of the alterations had been made to the dress three days before prom. But my friend was sure that her mother, an experienced seamstress who had arrived in town the night before, could make the necessary alterations and everything would be fine once they had the dress.
Later that night I received an urgent text from my friend’s precious daughter. “Got the dress back from the alterations lady today, and it does not fit to the point that it is unwearable. Will you pray that I would trust Jesus in this? I’m so sad and feeling a lot of shame.” She was trying so hard to be a Princess about it all and trust Jesus. She also courageously acknowledged her feelings. But while the rest of her family attended her sister’s play, she stayed at home wrestling with the Orphan side of her. “You shouldn’t have been such an Ice Queen at the store. What an awful, ungrateful daughter you are! You should have listened to your mom and not your friends. What a fool! Now they have to buy another dress in less than 48 hours. That’s impossible! You should just stay home. You don’t really deserve to go anyway. You will never find a dress to fit your gross body.” And yet the Princess side of her battled back and she prayed and cried out to Jesus. He began to speak His truth to her. “I’m not surprised by this turn of events. You are beautiful just the way I made you. I have a husband for you some day that will love your body exactly the way it is. I love you, and I have made a provision for you. You can trust me.”
The next morning I called my friend. “What do you mean it’s unwearable? What’s the plan?” She told me that when Meme, her mom, looked at the alterations the seamstress was going to do, there was no way it was going to work with that dress. It had no back and simply wouldn’t look right. My friend asked if I could go shopping with her and her mom while her daughter was in school. This time I got to go because my morning was free. We agreed to meet at the mall and “pre-shop” for her daughter. Then she would get her from school and show her the things we picked out. So the Princess trusted that her grandmother, her mom and her mom’s friend would find the perfect dress for her. Three old ladies shopping for prom dresses made quite the team. We each brought something unique to the table. Meme knew what could realistically be altered. Her mom knew what styles and colors had already been rejected, no strapless, no white. I was the fashionista. The store clerks looked at us funny as we tried on dresses. But we were pleasantly surprised at the options we found and were sure that one would work for the Princess, who received many text message pictures from us.
She went to get her daughter, and I went to pick up my preschool daughter. We met back at the mall, and she tried on all our finds. Three generations of women united in a singular mission. I smiled at my daughter Faith and said that some day we would be shopping for her prom dress. I don’t think it meant as much to her as it did to me. Mission accomplished: we found a dress that she truly loved and looked beautiful in. A dress that fit her body perfectly.
The next day the vigorous beauty regimen for the prom kept my friend and her daughter occupied. And yet even adorned in her new dress, the Princess doubted her worth. She was ashamed that her foolishness had caused such turmoil. Even a full-length ball gown and perfectly curled hair could not give her a Princess heart. Her Princess heart came from repentance, from taking her feelings to Jesus, from receiving his lavish gifts. The Orphan heart cannot accept these gifts, and the Ice Queen heart demands them in her pride. The Princess knows she is not worthy of such arraignments, yet she receives the love of the Father. The Father sent all of us a beautiful gift by sending three other Princesses to shop for a dress. All we do is accept the gifts He lavishes and live like His Princesses.
“I get Friday, and I get Sunday. But why Saturday?” This was the question Pete Wilson proposed in his sermon at Cross Point Church last week. We understand clearly from Scripture why Jesus had to die on Saturday. He was the perfect blood sacrifice that covered the sin of the world. And we understand why Easter Sunday was the best day for all of humanity. It meant that Someone had the power to overcome death once for all. But why Saturday? Why didn’t Jesus raise from the dead on Saturday morning? Why leave the ones he loved the most in that dark space of waiting?
On Friday they watched all their hopes and dreams die. They realized this was not going to end the way they thought it would. In fact ever since the crazy events in the garden, things felt horribly out of control. The ending was coming much sooner than they thought it would. The end was much more difficult and disastrous than they could imagine. Friday ended with the hasty burial on their most beloved Rabbi. The one they had watched heal others and raise others from the dead seemed incapable of saving himself. No one understood.
As dark as Friday was, I imagine that Saturday was even darker. In God’s perfect timing it was the Sabbath, and even though there was much work to do, nothing could be done. Having nothing to distract your mind from the pain only makes you more aware of how much your heart hurts. I wonder if the Ice Queen side of the disciples kicked in. I imagine one of them suggesting they send for a prophet who could lay on his body like Elisha had done. But no messages could be sent. The women worried about all the things they should have done to the body yesterday , but didn’t have time to do. But they could go nowhere and buy nothing. Maybe some suggested war and taking up arms, but it was a holy day and everyone was scattered. Maybe instead of fighting they would organize a peaceful protest, a march or a sit in. But then they remembered what had just happened to their peaceful Teacher. But every idea fell apart when they asked, “What’s the point?” The world marched in Sabbath tradition as they sat still in fear and sadness.
The disciples searched their feeble memories trying to make the pieces fit, but their light was gone. The darkness had come. And silently it held them captive.
I looked in the gospel accounts to see what was said about Saturday. All it says is “On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment.” (Luke 23:56) Nothing much is said about the longest day in history. But based on where we find the players on Sunday, we can assume that they had lost it. They were filled with fear, not faith. They woke up Sunday not expecting a miracle, but expecting to find a dead body. Even after the women had seen him on Sunday morning, “they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” (Mark 16:8) When the women returned with the good news, it did not go into hearts eager and willing to believe. “And they went back and told the rest, but they did not believe them. Afterward he appeared to the eleven themselves as they were reclining at table, and he rebuked them for their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they had not believed those who saw him after he had risen.” (Mark 16:13-14)
On Saturday they did not remember the words of Jesus. They didn’t remember until they the angel on top of the empty tomb reminded them. (Luke 24:8) “But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.” (Luke 24:12) Jesus says to the two on the road to Emmaus, “O foolish ones, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken!” (Luke 24:25) He says to the disciples, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts arise in your hearts?” (Luke 24:38) “For as yet they did not understand the Scriptures.” (John 20:9) “Then he opened their minds to understand the Scriptures.” (Luke 24:45) Even after many disciples saw him standing there in the flesh, the Bible says “but some doubted.” (Matthew 28:17)
Sometimes in my waiting, in my long Saturday, in my wasteland, I have lost it. I have doubted what God has said. I have dared God to prove himself. I am not a stellar example of faith in the midst of trial. In fact, I have failed the test miserably. But the Resurrection didn’t happen because of the disciples’ perfect faith. It didn’t happen because they prayed so much and believed that everything would work out for good. It didn’t happen because they held fast to their faith. It didn’t come because they wouldn’t stop hoping for a miracle.
The Resurrection came because God keeps his promises. It came for the glory of God. It came because God so loved the world that he sent his Son into it to redeem it. Christ is the only person to have ever raised himself from the dead with no outside help. He didn’t need the faith of the disciples. He didn’t need their prayers or good deeds to overcome death. He was God.
Because of Saturday, no one could say “He wasn’t really dead.” Because of Saturday, none of the disciples could say “I knew it, and I prayed for this to happen.” Saturday was there so that everything could die and be really dead. In the wasteland, everything must die. My pride, my dreams, my hopes, my selfish desires, my idols, my good deeds. But Saturday is good because without complete death, there is no resurrection.
So the really good news is that my complete lack of faith and utter disbelief can be forgiven because of the work Jesus did on the cross. As I sat in church last Sunday, I wept because I felt him compassionately put his arm around me and say, “You are forgiven. Come home.” He knows how dark the darkness is. He knows that I am weak and not perfect. And I know this is exactly why I desperately need him in my life.
As we walk through Saturday and we lose faith and doubt and dare and tremble with fear, let us take comfort that God is bigger and greater and more powerful than our doubts and our fears. The Resurrection will come, not because of me, but because God keeps his promises.
Toward the end of 2012, I was asking God all sorts of questions about where we had been. I thought that I had listened to him. I thought that I had been following him. But at the end of the year, nothing looked the way I thought it should. Is this really going to be worth it? Have I missed You? Did I take a wrong turn? Have I ruined it? Maybe I should have… I was so discouraged and began to believe that everything I had been doing was foolish and that nothing was going to change. One dark day I consider stopping everything, including taking down this blog.
In late November I signed up for Melissa Taylor’s online Bible study of Greater by Steven Furtick. In this book, God gave me sign posts to show where I had been. He reminded me that I was not on a fool’s errand, but that everything that had happened had been intentional. The book used the story of Elisha to illustrate John 14:12 where Jesus that that anyone who has faith in me will do even greater things. I wanted to share some of those signposts…mainly so that I won’t forget.
Burning the plows – Elisha was doing life behind a bunch of cows when Elijah chose him to be his apprentice. Before Elisha left, he used his plows to build an alter on which he sacrificed the cows who had been pulling the plow. Furtick talks about how this made it impossible for Elisha to go back to the former, lesser life he had been used to.
For the last six years I had been serving in women’s ministry at our church. But this year I have stepped back. I’m not teaching a study; I’m not leading a ministry. This is a very strange place for me and doesn’t make sense for someone who feels called to minister to women and is trying to publish a Bible study for women. As I have stepped back, I realized that far too much of my identity was wrapped up in what I was doing as a women’s Bible study teacher. I have also felt a lot of freedom to just go where He asks me to go, to love and serve the women that he has put in front of me. It has made me much more dependent on his plan than trying to forge my own.
Digging Ditches – An enemy army was pressing in on Israel and the king goes to Elisha for advice. Elisha tells them to dig ditches because it is going to rain. Even though there had been a famine in the land and no rain for a very long time, the army did what they were told. Digging ditches didn’t seem like a good battle plan, but it was exactly the plan they needed. The next day it rained and the battle was won.
Last year I had to dig some ditches. I took a break from teaching a women’s Bible study at church. I realized that I didn’t have time to write when I was teaching. So I took a year off to write a Bible study of the book of Galatians. God was asking me to write instead of speak. It didn’t make sense on paper at all. But by faith, I did what God was asking me to do. In that year, I finished the book, took a pilot group and two other groups through the study and offered it online last fall. None of that was possible without a finished book. I dug the ditches, and God sent the rain…another signpost.
A Little Oil – Furtick recounts the story of the widow who had nothing left but a little oil. God used that little bit of oil to save her family from starvation. But the widow had to use what she already had in her house.
Last year finding the time to write a book was an overwhelming task with four children ranging from middle school down to preschool. But God reminded me that I had all the time I needed. Instead of using my kid-free time for grocery shopping and house keeping, I used the time to write. I could take kids to the grocery store and pick up the house when they were home, but I needed my kid-free time to write without being interrupted. I also realized that I could get my book to people in an electronic form without a big publishing deal or spending money on self-publishing. God could use the material in any form. It didn’t have to look the way I thought it should. Last year I started using what I had in my house to do what God was calling me to do…another signpost for me.
Wasted Faith – The Shunammite women was miraculously blessed with a son. When Elisha told her she was to have a son, she said, “No, my lord, do not mislead your servant!” It’s a strange response to good news. Years later when her young son dies, she falls at the feet of Elisha and says, “Did I ask for a son? Didn’t I tell you, ‘Don’t raise my hopes’?” Elisha comes to her house and raises the son from the dead.
I have felt like that this year. I thought we were going in a certain direction in women’s ministry and now I’m nowhere. I remember telling a friend this summer that every dream I had was dead. I was going to put my book on the shelf and go crawl in a hole and never teach again. I felt like God had raised my hopes in meetings with publishers and agents only to have every door closed. Not only were doors closed, but difficult things were happening for me personally. A close friendship fell apart, I was not parenting my teenage well, and I felt rejected and misunderstood in other relationships. This made for a difficult year with counseling sessions, many sobbing tears and gut-wrenching introspection.
Furtick said, “The faith of all the saints through the ages is not enough to eliminate the reality of suffering. Because suffering is not a detour on the road to greater. It’s a landmark. Discouragement is often a marker, not of being on the wrong path but of being on the right one.” This reminded me that all the closed doors, the death of dreams, the tears and the pain were part of the plan, not a detour from the plan.
Trust Fund Baby – Furtick argues that God doesn’t waste our faith. We may not see the outcome we hoped for in a situation, but that doesn’t mean that believing for a job, for healing, for reconciliation is wasted. It means that God is storing it up in a “trust fund.” He’s teaching me how to trust him more.
Saving Captain Awesomesauce – Naman came to Elisha to be healed of leprosy. Elisha told him to go wash in the river Jordan seven times. Naman didn’t want to humiliate himself by washing in that dirty river. He wanted to go back home where the rivers were much cleaner. But his servant said to him, “If the prophet had told you to do some great thing, would you not have done it?” Furtick says, “Pride is the most difficult part of the lesser life to leave behind. It’s the most intrinsic to us. We have a curious habit of posturing ourselves higher than the people around us.”
Guilty as charged. This past year has been very humbling as I have had to take a hard look at my own pride and see my own sin. I look back and see how my Orphan and Ice Queen patterns tripped me up once again. Furtick talked about the importance of immediate obedience in learning humility. God reminded me of small obedient steps I had made. This fall I offered my study online, even though I was doubtful about whether or not it would work. I saw God bless it and multiply it in ways I could not foresee. I also signed up and started attending a study on Ezkiel, one of my favorite books of the Bible, but I had to drop out because God told me he wanted me to study John instead. I hate backing out of things, but I had to obey.
Furtick also recommends keeping yourself small through your daily interactions with people around you. This one is really hard for me and I’m still trying to figure out what that looks like in my life. Jesus was so secure in his identity as the Son of God that taking the lowest position in the room took nothing from him. His status, his value, his identity remained secure. As a Princess, I long for that kind of security.
Where did it fall? – In this chapter he talks about the story of Elisha making an ax head float in the river. A young prophet lost it and cried out to Elisha for help. Elisha asked the simple question, “Where did it fall?” Furtick talks about losing your edge and going back to the place you lost it. He reminded me that when I get to that place, it’s not up to me to fix it or try harder. I simply cry out to God and ask for help. With God’s help, I traced the seed of some of the struggles of this year back to a meeting where I did not honor my heart. I was not in a good place going into the meeting and in the process hurt those around me. People missed me because I missed myself. I was not careful with my heart. God has been teaching me this year how to honor my heart and how to be true.
Open My Eyes – Elisha stands with a young prophet on the wall of the city looking out at an approaching army. The army was much greater than the army of the Israelites and the young man was afraid. Elisha prayed that God would open his eyes and the young man saw chariots of fire from God’s army that far outnumbered the enemy. Furtick challenges us to open our eyes and see who is sitting at our table. Sometimes we let people in who hold us back from the greater things God is calling us to.
My circle of friends has been small this year and that is strange for me. I haven’t been in a community group or a small group study. I really don’t like it, but I know this is exactly where he has me. My close friends have been there with me and have not let me put my book on the shelf or crawl in a hole and never come out. They have kept me going when I couldn’t put one foot in front of the other. My friend prayed the perfect prayer for me last night. She asked that God would open my eyes and that I would see the places and the people that I am teaching. When I get discouraged, my eyes are closed to all the things that God has done this past year. My husband especially won’t let me lie to myself and deny that any progress has been made on this journey. This book was full of sign posts for me that I’m right where I need to be.
In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I would highly recommend this book. I’m sneaking it into my husband’s reading pile tonight!
Last fall over 40 women attended From Ice Queen to Princess ONLINE. We had a great time getting to know each other and sharing what God was teaching us. So we are going to try this great experiment again! We start next Sunday, January 13 and will end March 17. That’s 10 weeks to becoming God’s Princess for only $10!
The book From Ice Queen to Princess is a Bible study based on the book of Galatians. As we study the book chapter by chapter, we look at how three different “characters,” the Ice Queen, the Orphan and the Princess, relate to God. As modern women, we often understand how God’s Princess is supposed to act and think. However we get stuck in old behavior patterns, like the Ice Queen who works to be perfect or the Orphan who works to please other people, that hinder our relationship with God. As I studied the book of Galatians, I saw both extremes in Paul’s audience. He offers the transforming power of the gospel to show us how to become a Princess, a beloved daughter of the King.
Here’s how it works: I will send an email each Sunday with a PDF file of the chapter attached. You can read it on your computer, print it out or download it into an eReader. Then each day of the week I post one discussion question from the chapter on a closed group Facebook page. Only the women currently going through the study will see what is posted. Each Wednesday I post a brief video on YouTube, and just for fun you can follow me on my Pinterest page or Twitter.
I learned a lot from doing it last fall. This time I’m going to load all of the files onto the Facebook page so that you can read ahead or catch up as needed. I also want to have some extra incentive for doing the “Royal Fun” section of each chapter. In “Royal Fun,” I challenge you to go through the right side of your brain and be creative. Most importantly I learned that I want to be more purposeful in praying for each woman in the study. I am planning to drop you a Facebook message or email throughout the study, just to touch base and let you know I’m praying for you.
I’ve been praying for months that God would begin to call the women he has for this 2013 study. I’ve been studying the Gospel of John and Jesus repeatedly talks about how he can only do the work that the Father has given him to do. As His Princess, I can only reach the women he gives me to reach. I know women out there desire a different life, a transformed life, but have no idea how to get there. I’ve seen the power of His Word in my life as He has changed me from an Ice Queen into a Princess. If the idea of this book has peaked your interest or if you know you need to get into God’s Word in the New Year, will you consider joining us in this ONLINE study of From Ice Queen to Princess?
Below are some comments from women who went through the study last fall:
“One of my favorite things about the IQ2P study is the interaction with Joy and the way we were able to engage in conversation about the chapters. Talking with others about scripture and realizing that ‘I’m not the only one’ was amazing. I enjoyed the illustrations that were used in each chapter, and often found myself re-watching the videos from previous weeks. I appreciated what God showed me through this study, and am thankful for the honesty and real-life stories in the material!!” – Kathleen Murphy
“Even when I didn’t have the time to read the chapters, I got a lot out of the Facebook postings. Even if I didn’t answer, I enjoyed the discussion.” – Karin Siccardi
“The King not only adorns me with my crown, but he picks it up and puts it back on my head whenever it falls off, I take it off and somebody tries to steal it. He keeps adorning me with it to remind me who I am…because of whose I am. I am so grateful because I desparately need HIS reminding of how HE sees me. So grateful for this study of the Word that blesses so many woman and reminds them they were MADE to be a daughter of the KING of KINGs….a princess!” – Michele Hazelip