all that remains
left to decay
a faint whisper
once a fairytale
covered in blankets
of fog so gray
on a mountaintop
tucked far, far away
Your life is like the morning fog—
it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. James 4:14
What little girl doesn’t want to be a princess when she grows up? I sure did! And I still do…I couldn’t wait to visit this old palace at the foot of the Blue Ridge Parkway this past weekend!
Swannanoa Palace was built in 1912 by James H. Dooley for his wife as a summer vacation home. They both passed away a few years after it was completed, and it has been unoccupied for many years. Despite the deterioration of this once beautiful home, the current owner opens the Palace for tours several times a year- but this beauty has definitely seen better days.
As I took it all in, I couldn’t help but think of all the fancy events that may have happened here…dinners, dances, family gatherings… and the view- the spectacular view of the Blue Ridge Mountains… well, it just happened to be covered by the fog that day- so even the view was left to my imagination.
My heart broke when I thought of how amazing this place could be- with a whole lot of TLC. The craftsmanship, the detailed woodwork, and the Tiffany window were just breathtaking! But much of this home is a shadow of what it use to be.
I found myself longing to fix this place up. A home without a heart is nothing more than four walls and a roof… the vacancy of this place hung in the air.
And He also reminded me that I have a perfect little castle that I already call home- filled with life, love, joy, and family…a little “castle” that I sometimes take for granted. All of the things we have- this life, this world- they are all temporary and fade with time.
And it’s not really the things I treasure- it’s the relationships with the people that share them with me.
And then He reminded me that I am already His princess- and He is my King!
God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight. My God—the high crag where I run for dear life, hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout.
The King’s daughter is all glorious within; Her clothing is interwoven with gold. Psalm 45:13
Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.