Safe Haven

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Date: 31 May 2007 13:49:30

Not my words, but I offer them anyhow... Headless chickens don't write so maybe leaving it to friends is good :)

The Daughter of the King had struggled far too long in the Pit of Despair. The sinuous black tentacles of the Minions held her brothers incredibly tightly and she had expended almost all of her strength attempting to fend them off and keep both herself and her family safe. Hair ragged and crown long fallen from her head, she was a shadow of her former self. The Daughter clutched her Robe of Righteousness around her as a defence against the continued onslaught of the Minions, but it looked more like filthy rags these days. And she knew it

Occasionally she would send up a distress flare, but the message did not seem to get through. Somehow the urgency of her need made little or no impact on those around her. Those who no-doubt loved her failed to come through for her, but help began to come from the most unexpected sources.

These kind hands stroked her ragged hair and supported her sagging shoulders. They did more than give a kind, but brief, pat on the arm and leave. They stayed and conveyed much needed love. Even then, though, the Minions took these hands and twisted the love, and the Daughter felt more pitiful than before.

The filthy rags could no longer conceal the true vulnerability of this dear child and, finally, she cried out in a voice loud enough for a Soul Sister to hear. Her Sister peered into the Pit, saw the state of her dear one and cried. With her own robe around her, offering some protection, the Soul Sister lay at the edge of the Pit of Despair and sang soothingly to her fallen sibling. The Daughter lifted her head at the gentle words of comfort and advice and, tentatively, reached out her hands towards the Father.

The Father, who had been reaching his hands downwards all the time, grasped His Daughter firmly and protectively and drew her to Himself.

The Minions howled in anger and dismay as they saw their victim being enveloped in the folds of the Father's cloak, close to his heart. Furious, they turned upon the brothers and vented their rage upon them. For a while, things appeared much worse for these poor boys.

In the meantime, however, the Daughter was carried swiftly by the Spirit of the Father to Safe Haven. Here, other Faithful Daughters and Sons ministered to her. They found her crown, replaced its missing gemstones and adorned her now shining hair with it. Her Robe was restored to its former glory, but with one significant difference. A purple thread of Immense Grace now shot through the weave from head to toe, a powerful reminder for the Daughter that she could never fall too far.

The Faithful also heard her words of love and concern for the brothers and they resolved to pray and intercede. These prayers winged their way through the heavens and penetrated the depth of the Pit of Despair. Little by little, as if coating a pearl, they formed a protective layer around the brothers. After some time, the brothers even began to add prayers of their own.

The Minions found the presence of the shining prayer pearls utterly distasteful. Try as they might, they began to find it increasingly impossible to torment the brothers. Eventually, the Minions were so disturbed at the presence of such powerful light and beauty in their Pit that flung the brothers forcefully from amongst them.

With cries of delight, the Father and the Faithful scooped up young Children of the King and bore them joyfully to Safe Haven. The loving ministrations of the Faithful helped them grow and develop into noble Sons of the King. And no minister was more faithful and more loving in her attention to these Sons than their own Sister. A true Daughter of the King, loved, healed and full of compassion, she brought long awaited comfort to their souls.

And there was much rejoicing!!!