[Author’s Note: I actually wrote this several years ago, but didn’t quite get it right. Something about the cardiologist was off, but here we are anyway. Love to you, friend. :))

Once upon a time, an heiress decided to marry someone. He was not only less wealthy than she, but from a family that was common.

She was from the royal family, see, but she loved him.

And he loved her.

Everyone around her said he didn’t deserve her for a number of reasons.

But she didn’t care.

So they got married.

She was disinherited.

Her dad looked the other way when he saw her in the store.

Both of their hearts were broken. 

One day, soon after, her family’s worst fears came true: she was found dead. 

Not because he killed her, but because he walked away from her.

During a petty squabble. 

 Just as her family had predicted.

 And because she loved him so much, she died of a broken heart. 

The good news, however, is that her dad was a cardiologist, and had (somehow) found her within seconds. 

After three minutes of death, she lived again! 

Her husband was found in a bar, alone, and this close to being drunk (on wine coolers, I’m sorry to say). 

He really had loved her, you see. And even though he did not know about her resurrection experience, he didn’t think he could come back to her. 

She waited and waited for him to come back.

But he didn’t think that he could.

So her butler walked into the bar and showed him video surveillance of her death.

He wept. 

The butler begged him to keep watching, and he finally did… And got to see her sitting up like sleeping beauty.

Filled with renewed hope of their marriage, he stood up and washed his face at the bar room sink.

Halfway through, he said, “I am faithless. She would never take me back!” and started looking for another wine cooler, but a gentle hand stopped him before it got to his lips.

It was her.

“Please, Precious. Don’t leave me again… 

You are my life!”

And they spent the rest of theirs together. 

Blissful as if they’d been in heaven.

And one day, they did make it up to The Holy City together.

And their delight In The Father was far more than they’d ever been able to imagine. 

The E—ginning.