I can change a tire. I know how to check my oil, washer fluid, and radiator. I can jump off my car and change the battery.
I spent one week of my summer as a college student reroofing a house. With a hammer—not a nail gun because that would have been too easy. I can refinish furniture, and I know how to use a table saw. Laying tile? No problem.
If I could work in my yard every day and never have to dust another lamp or clean another toilet, I’d be a happy girl. I secretly envy those who work with their hands creating, building, landscaping, fixing.
You know. All the “man-things.” Or so the stereotypes say…
I’ve lived alone before. Did my own shopping, paid my own bills, hung my own pictures, installed my own shelves, fixed my own holes in walls.
I’ve been known to hack the heck out of a snake and power washing is just fun.
I’m not a damsel in distress. I can take care of myself.
I know a little something about being a woman in a man’s world. The first seminary class I walked into was with shaking knees and a churning stomach causing me to gulp down the nerves and raise my chin up.
Only one other female student floated in the sea of testosterone. And that ratio continued through most of my studies.
I never forgot the night class, when coming in after break, I overheard a classmate say he could never learn anything from me. That I could never teach him anything.
Well. Okay then.
I guess he couldn’t teach me anything either. Except maybe patience…And I certainly didn’t need him in my life.
But I still need my Prince Charming—my Knight in Shining Armor.
My daughter and I live in a world full of mixed signals. We don’t “need a man,” except when we do. And a woman can do anything a man can do, except when she can’t.
Independence is vital for a young woman today and teaching her to stand on her own two feet is essential. But just because she can stand alone all her live-long days, doesn’t mean she must.
Because if I’m being honest, I’m usually in need of rescuing. And knowing there’s a hero willing to fight for me is calming. Even if I’m doing my part in kicking some villain butt instead of cowering in a corner.
Yeah. There are men out there who aren’t a gallant anything.
Men interested in collecting not saving. Men looking for trophies and conquests. These are the men who hoard women under their wings of protection. Men who aren’t interested in kindness or saving or generosity or grace—but only interested in power, only rescuing to control.
These men? They know nothing of Prince Charming or the Princess. And women never need their kind of rescue.
But what if you want and need the rescue of a true protector—one who honors and cherishes and loves, one who’s ready to storm the castle wielding his sword and shield? Is that okay in today’s society?
Here is what I know. After 19 years of being married to a prince among men, I’ve decided it’s okay to want the rescue. To desire the man who protects, shelters, shields.
It’s okay to want the gentleman. The one who opens the doors for me, gives me the umbrella going without, fills my car with gas, and lifts the heavy furniture.
I want the man who wants to protect me from myself.
I want my valiant knight.
I want to teach my son, Caleb, to be a prince too.
And I don’t believe I’m weak-minded for saying so.
Because really? We’re all in need of rescuing. There’s not one human who doesn’t need someone to climb the highest peak or swim the deepest ocean to save us from ourselves. Humans aren’t made to go at life alone.
I’m not saying a woman must have a man to live a fulfilled, amazing life. That is not my heart. But we do need community.
Sisters, it’s okay to want the rescue.
It’s okay to yearn for your own fairy tale that colors different from Disney in hues of truth and a spectrum of stained glass beauty.
Because being the Princess worth climbing the tower for? Worth risking everything for?
It’s a healing balm for the sore muscles and bruises we bear from fighting alone.
And while my own Prince Charming is a most gallant knight, he’s only a reflection of the One who rescues my soul. The One who heals my most broken places and deepest wounds. The One with a battle cry more fierce than a legion of evil beings.
Knowing I can’t fight my earthly battles alone, opens my heart for the Savior of my soul.
So I will fight for Prince Charming.
Because being rescued is a gift.