Preface: Heart Murmurs: Moral Relativity

Just a little something that I have been working on in my spare time...this subject has always held my heart and I really hope that it tugs at your heart strings as well.

Heart Murmurs: Moral Relativity

This book is about you, me and finding the medicine for a heart that murmurs.

Preface:

On a recent business trip, I was lucky enough to be placed in Orlando, Florida for three weeks. Anyone who knows me is well aware that my heart and mind are often influenced by anything Disney. For instance, when I was a volleyball coach at the ripe age of 19, I received a Disney Princess poster, a Disney Prince Ken doll, and a Disney Princess picture frame for my gifts at the end of the season. See…not too heard to figure out my aforementioned excitement by this business destination.

One evening on this trip, one of my girlfriends and I stayed to watch the amazing fireworks display that occurs consistently at 9pm in the Magic Kingdom. When the first song plays, “Once Upon a Dream,” you can look around and see faint sparkles in the eyes of any girl who ever dreamed of being rescued by her Prince Charming, myself included. Within two seconds, my eyes had welled up and I had a flash of myself as a little girl where I was the princess and my prince had rescued me from the travails of the world. My heart had been released from the pulls, tears and pressure of the world and my Prince Charming was to be accredited for this release.

In a quick check back to reality, I wondered where this little dreamer had gone inside of me. She, me at the younger years, would accept no man who wasn’t kind-hearted, full of strength, passionate, and loving. And here is a thought that I am sure most will agree with: There wasn’t even an instance of this princess ever being rescued by anything less than a Prince Charming. That is what I needed and that is what I was to get. It wasn’t selfishness. It was simple mathematics. One plus one equals two. Nothing less.

Where, my question begins, does this little girl full of dreams, ambitions, and true heart-felt desires, disappear to? What in this world makes us settle for the peddler on the street who doesn’t happen to have any sense of saving us from the travails of this world? Where is the man who would stand up to the intruders in the face of sorrow and defend our hearts? When do we let go of being “the princess?”