Chapter 11 excerpt........
Welcoming me from my slumber, the
percolating tune aroused my senses and danced with intoxicating warmth, What sweet music to my ears. Standing barefoot, cold floor, wrapped up in my blanket, I waited. Drumming fingers, I smiled as knew I had gained
some incredible ground the day before.
I had ended my day finding a fancy white table cloth restaurant, and
even though there was nothing fancy in my clothing, and I was by myself, I was
definitely not alone, and felt as though I was the most beautiful lady in the
room.
Pouring
the dark rich brew, and cupping my mug in both hands, I inhaled the beautiful
brown liquid and smiled. My smile
grew bigger as I thought about the victories to come today. For I had a plan! I knew I still had one more letter to
write. But I also had this burning
question echoing in my heart.
“What
will you do with the stones….”
Hot
steamy mug in hand, blanket trailing behind me, I headed to the porch.
I had slept in, and missed the sunrise, but I was captivated by the
crisp, clear view of the valley this morning. Once again, all of the earth proclaimed the majesty and
glory of the King. Drinking in the
greens mingled with the hintings of oranges, reds, and yellow tints, I felt energized and ready for my tasks. My rock beckoned me.....
Sat
on my special rock, wrapped half way in my cozy blanket. For there was a hint of the remaining signs of dawn, and the chill in the air played tag with the rising heat of the sun. I reflected at how how marvelous
was His creation. How wonderful his handiwork. I lay on this flat rock staring up at the trees, specks of
blue from the mid morning sky, peeking thru the silhouette of
trees. I felt his breath in the
wind soothe. His nature cried out
in adoration of his majesty.
I lay on the flat rock looking up and watching the branches dance and
sway; the rustle of the leaves, the insects chirping; all praising Him and in my mind I praised, not wanting
to interrupt the voices of nature around me.. I see how all creation was made to honor and glorify and in
my now soft singing I felt Him draw near…
As I praised Him for his beauty, I immediately felt Him respond to me
with “daughter, you are more beautiful than this to me. You are a light bringer. I created you to bring light to the
world.“ In that moment I felt so
strongly His love and adoration of me.
No visions, no dreams, but I felt His presence. I
rested a bit longer, and decided the time had come. I had work to do.
“What
will you do with the stones…”
I
kept hearing that question in my spirit.
The letter had to be written.
I needed to complete that assignment. Pen and paper begged me inside to retrieve them. For some reason, long hand helped me
process. The long scripted cursive
lettering flowed from my pen, and something in that movement released creativity allowing my thoughts readily to leap on paper.
I walked inside to
retrieve them, and I heard it once again… the question.
“What
will you do with the…..”
“The
stones! Yes, I know, the stones…”
I interrupted.
I
took my work out from the day before, reviewing all of the circled bold printed
lies I’d made note of. Every
single lie that had pierced my spirit through the years, boldly printed; dark
strait scratches, much different than my beautiful cursive loops and
swirls.
Abandonment
Rejection
Doubt
Secrecy
Insecurity
Loneliness
Fear
Shame
These lies, huge stones had killed my beautiful
garden, rich in
soil, vibrant in colors, and sweetly scented with a spicy star-shaped reddish
purple blooms. Dramatic clusters
of color, mingled with a heavy scented and lovely pure white. Clematis towering the trellis high
among the most vividly painted deep red roses I had ever seen bloom, Red everywhere. Butterflies danced all around their playground of color.
This was my garden, my soul......until the stones began to pound upon each flower. One by one, I imagined how the stones
thrown had pounded the flowers, and overgrown my garden. The color, aroma, beauty had left. The
butterflies found another place to dance.
I began to find my own stones to pile around the garden, a bulwark to keep
everyone out! There was no
more garden. Only dirt, stony
soil, weeds, dried up foliage, rocks.
This had been the state of my soul…Ruins. No light. Only gray stony dirt, lifeless, and cold.
“What will you do with them?” he asked me again.
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