When the father was securely in the ground, the wicked stepmother set out to finish her task. She attempted to feed the young maiden poisonous mushrooms, but the Lord had made her intolerable to the taste. She vomited every bite and lived. Then the wicked stepmother set her to go pick wildflowers for the house in the middle of the woods. She ordered the woodsman to kill her there, but he was warned of the Lord to disobey her or face the fires of Hades. She then tried to marry her off to a peasant who lived on their land, but before the stepmother could end the matter, the young man disappeared. Well, the stepmother decided that she would make the maiden a servant and keep her in the kitchen sweeping cinders from the hearth. Except for the woman who brought their fresh meat in the morning, no one knew that the young maiden was still alive, for the stepsisters had sent the rumor that she had passed of a fever. They called her Cinderella, but in her heart, she accepted none of it.
Life tries it’s best to change you from what you were to what they want you to be. You have to remember what you were before life got a hold of you to try and change your name. Remember that you are fearfully and wonderfully made, even if you don’t look like it. My Pastor always says, "You are not defined by what happened to you."
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