Exact but Mistaken Door
Exact but mistaken door October 1st, 2007 by Belinda
She was searching for days on end for a place to dwell; her own billet where she could feel like a princess and not a dusty Cinderella waiting for better days. From a broken windowsill and walls incomplete and funny housemates she finally came to work one day exclaiming proudly that she had found her little lay underneath this scorching sun!
Cinderella dusted off her soggy thoughts and mislaid hope and moved into her new sanctuary! She called it home for just one day. The four walls a petite silver brimming castle where soft linen flowed on the rhythm of praise, rays of the sun trickled over and across the room warming the inside up like the heart and kindness of our Father.
The new-fangled tang was that of a field full of spring expectation and a little summer’s wiff… It was overflowing with spirit and it was going to be home for a while. A little heaven not only in her heart but in her life, this thing called life we endure each day, sometimes good sometimes bad. And then one night as she fell asleep the darkness leapt into her room and destroyed and crashed every little sense of peace and security. Old celebration old familiar ties and someone else’s shadowy dim past came knocking on the exact but mistaken door.
There was no money to be collected here for celebrations once extravagantly devoured and abused. The stained soul that once soiled these four walls was now gone … The uninvited unwanted stranger hauled the curtain away and was shouting ear-piercing threats to his relocated lost love, the gold he came looking for was gone. Although an undeserving stranger, if he just knew who he had fortuitously met that night.
Inadvertently ran away from, cussed and cursed. it was our Cinderella which he has now left in fearful tears, a discomforted heart, untrusting now in her own petite silver brimming castle should have … has he ran off for good into the darkness and will he also be just a memory like these four walls remember the legs that were before ?
I pray that he is, I pray that Cinderella would dust her soggy thoughts once again, regain her yet again mislaid hope and walk in faith, there is shadows of darkness out there that come and remind us why we are so protected, so divinely looked after. Who we believe in and who once upon a time sacrificed his Son so that we could be protected and victorious over these forces of darkness. We are sons of Adam and any stalking stranger’s hands and schemes are tied behind their backs.
They can come kicking and screaming in the darkest of night and earliest of hour, but the only power they hold, is that within their legs, those legs that can run faster only to get away from Gods shielding sword. Call back those rays of trickling sun Cinderella, where there was rhythm of praise and promises of good fortune. Take back what your heart was promised and let no dust settle again
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