“Tell me, Annabelle, how is she?”
“She’s different, my lord. I’m afraid her time in Lukenwalde, and that horrid Prince Silvano, has changed her dramatically.
“I was afraid it might be so.”
“Tell me, my lord, is it time? I hate to see her languish like this. She can’t even look at her gifts. She insisted I burry them in that wooden chest of hers. Hidden in darkness, they have remained there since the day she came home.”
“It saddens me to hear it, but no, ‘tis still not time.”
“Forgive me, but I can’t see the sense in waiting much longer. I know you have your reasons, but I don’t understand.”
“Trust me. ‘Tis all I can ask. I know ‘tis hard. I know you don’t understand. But trust me, dear Annabelle. Please, just trust me.”
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As I watched the headlines light up the screen last Friday night all I could think was: Again? It’s happening again?
Innocent people murdered. People doing nothing but living their lives, attacked by pure evil.
I thought of the school children killed in 2012.
The marathon bombing of 2013.
The heinous acts being carried out against men, women, and precious children throughout the Middle East.
And now Paris.
I thought of what this world has come to and the evil we’re facing and how we desperately need a rescue.
And I thought of my story, of this scene I edited just a few days ago. About the king and his beloved that fill the pages of this tale I’m writing.
In this particular scene the king’s beloved, Princess Merrily, is in trouble. She needs a hero, a rescue. Her friend and confidant, Annabelle, implores the king to come.
But the king, he’s patient and wise. He has a plan and it’s a good one. And while Annabelle doesn’t understand, the king asks just one thing: “Trust me, dear Annabelle. Please, just trust me.”
When evil strikes like it did last Friday I think we’re all inclined to implore our King and Savior to come. To come and rescue His beloved. To come and recue this weary world. We don’t understand the evil or why He’s waiting so long.
But our King, too, is patient and wise. He has a plan. A good, good plan. To prosper and not to harm. To give hope and a future.
And our King, too, asks us to trust.
To trust him and Him alone.
Not our government. The headlines. The next election.
Not our trendy beliefs. Our Facebook posts. Our celebrities, our leaders, our heroes.
Not the rock of dread in our gut. The voice of fear in our ears. The image of horror before our eyes.
Just Him.
“Trust me,” He says. “Trust my tract record. My truth. My promise.”
“Trust my unfailing love for this world, for you, for my precious beloved.”
“Please, just trust me.”
Trust that the King is coming.
As my Grammy is fond of saying, “We’re just passing through.” I hope that as we go we leave behind love and hope. But there is a better place we journey too and that is hope in itself.
Indeed! Thanks, Jessie!
Greetings My Jennifer…
I have caught up to a few of the blogs I have missed and resubmitted my email so that I will once again receive your remunerations. It was helpful to get plugged back into your thoughts, and trials, and hopes. I know you will stay the course—and your novel will be completed and your confidence in your ability to care for so many at the same time and still enjoy the presences of the Father will grow. You share many insights and the pressures are great…so is He who under-girds and as you will find…His presence is more to be desired. For you as well—the joy set before you…you lay aside the weights others place upon you…looking to the alpha and omega of your faith—He will reward.