THE ADVENTURES OF PRINCESS PEARL P.O.W.E.R. GIRL!
Tonja Taylor
When Princess Pearl's father is killed in a motorcycle accident, she moves with her family to live in beautiful northwest Arkansas. There, she meets new friends, has adventures in God, learns to really love her little brother, and discovers that being a true princess is different than she thought.

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Pearl sat down and turned her new journal different ways. The silver holographic cover caught the light, reflecting changing rainbows of colors and shapes that amazed her, like the many parts of God. “For my favorite writer after God,” Aunt Beth had told her. “A new journal for a new life.” Pearl liked Aunt Beth’s warm hugs, and she always smelled good. “I’ll miss you, Princess,” Aunt Beth had told her, “but I know the mail goes to the hills of Arkansas where you are. You know I don’t text, but you can do the old-fashioned thing and call me!” She’d talk to Aunt Beth soon, but first, she wanted to write to her BIFF. On the inside cover of her journal, she wrote, My New Life by Princess Pearl, and put the date. Dear Jesus, My Best Invisible Friend Forever! Sorry it took me a whole day to even write you, ‘cause I didn’t know where this was at first with all the boxes and stuff when we got here yesterday! Then we went out to eat ‘cause even Uncle Burt was too tired to cook, but You know that don’t You? Queen Mother says You knew all this was going to happen, cause You know everything and are never surprised. She says that’s good because You work it together somehow and make it all turn out all right for us Your kids and that only You can do that, ‘cause You’re God—The God of P.O.W.E.R.! But how do You do that?! Anyway, I’m so glad You know what’s going on. You know things have been kinda crazy down here lately. But I like our new home. And thanks for having Uncle Burt build my la casita de arbol——my special place to talk to You. And thanks for great weather to be outside. And for making bluebirds! It’s really neat to message you anytime without a cell phone. too! Kinda like Super-text, or something! But I still want one. Can You please tell Queen Mother that? I don’t need one with You, but I think a P.O.W.E.R. Princess like me needs one, huh? From her pocket, she pulled out the P.O.W.E.R. Princess Vision List that her dad had helped her write. At the top, from the Royal Book, he had written Nehemiah 2:20, “The God of Heaven will give you success.” She hesitated, holding it close to her heart. So much has changed— “Daddy God gives us what we want, when we obey Him,” he’d told her. “Psalm 37:4 — and having you for a precious daughter was high on my Vision List, Princess!” A tear rolled down her right cheek. She squeezed the paper, remembering his voice. She could see his earnest face, and his bright smile. “We P.O.W.E.R. People still hurt sometimes,” he’d said. “But then we give the hurt to our Big Bro, Jesus. And He gives us His peace. He holds us close and reminds us of all the good things, and there are many good things.” “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Love you!” She opened the list. “Okay,” she said out loud. “I still don’t have the royal gown or robe or crown. I only have one mattress too, right now—but it’s soft. But I do have Vivace!” She put a checkmark next to ‘royal pooch, with a ‘tude, but sweet too.’ She looked at the rest of her list. "I still want to ride a Lipizzaner, and go on adventures. But I’ll get to do some of those on trail rides and such—maybe this week, if Queen Mother will let me!" She heard Vivace bark, then she felt a sting on her arm and saw a pebble bounce. Another flew by and almost hit her eye. She looked over the edge. “Robert!” she said. “Stop! Go back to your own tree house and leave me alone!” Robert scowled at her from the ground as he waved Vivace away. “Down, dog!” He looked back up and stuck out his tongue. “Who are you talking to? And Mom says set the table! Now!” He scratched Watchman’s ears. “You’re a real dog!” he said. “All right, Robert Redhead,” Pearl said. “Be nice to my dog. And go away. And stop throwing rocks!” “Your dog looks like a stupid dirty mop!” he said, and threw one more stone at her, then ran into the house. Watchman trotted after him. Brat! Ugh! Pearl thought. “I am soooooo glad I have my own room and treehouse now! Ignore him, Vivace!” she said, and whistled to her dog. “You are my beeoooteeful puppy, so just forgive Robert, okay?” "Daddy God, how long before we build our new house, with my own wing so I can get away from him?" Pearl said. "It’s on my Vision List! And why does that brat have to be in my family?" She scooted back from the edge and wrote again. Somebody in some faraway country needs a little brother! Maybe the mailman can pick him up today! She felt a bit guilty right after those thoughts. “Sorry, Daddy God—help Robert be nicer! If Daddy was here—“ Her tears dropped onto the paper, smearing the ink a bit. Okay, Jesus, please take this hurt and help my heart…like Daddy said You would. Then she had a happy thought. “Daddy would love to be here with me, wouldn’t he, Jesus? He would sit with me and watch the leaves dance in the breeze and talk about how pretty they are, and listen with me to the waterfalls in the fountain. But he is having even more fun with You in Heaven, right?” She giggled. “Hey Jesus, if Daddy is riding his motorcycle in Heaven then he can go fast and not have to worry about being run over like here on earth, right, ‘cause it’s Heaven, and like he said, there are no limits? Or maybe he’s riding one of Your beautiful white horses that You have up there, like in Heaven.