As she leaned against the old wall, on her old walking path, she sat all alone in
the dark....She thought.
These chains are never coming off...She thought. These attacks against my soul are never going to end... She thought. So many bad memories, thoughts and circumstances that bombard
my mind will take over and I will die in this prison....She thought.
Through her sorrow, just there in front of her, she saw a door. It was an iron door, shaped like a shield, seemingly impenetrable.
As she looked, she saw the door was lighted by a light from within itself and it emanated warmth towards her. "What is this door," she thought? A softly glowing warmth began to envelope her as she sat on the ground, and the door glowed with a glorious incandescent
light. She then saw that the door was covered in dents and marred by something that had struck Hard against it. It was beautiful in its stately, but rather ugly and harsh, scarred endurance. So marred but still standing....and glowing.
Very curious now, she thought: "What is this place? What is this door? And where does it lead?" She asked her questions aloud, and the sound reverberated through her being, and the door vibrated gently and glowed warmer, with
the sound of her voice. Drawn to the door, to it's light and warmth, chilled as she was from sitting on the cold ground, she arose. She was able, even with her chains, to come near. And when she went near, she began to weep, comforted with a comfort
she had never known before.
She leaned her weary head upon its' scarred surface. As she sobbed upon the door the old chains fell off. A huge weight that had been upon her shoulders
fell away, or was lifted away, and she gasped with relief! And, then, The Door became a Man, and He began covering her face with kisses, and holding her tight in His embrace. She felt His comfort reverberating throughout her being. They stood together
a long time and a refreshing such as she had never known resounded through Him to her.
And suddenly, All Was Well with her soul, and she knew the old had passed away. And the peace that
passes all understanding settled upon her and she laughed with a Joy that she knew would never leave!
But she had questions. She somehow knew He wouldn't be angry if she asked
them. "O Lord," she said. "Why did it take you so long? Why didn't you come sooner? I've been all alone, enduring horrific attacks from my enemies, for such a long time!" He drew her closer, and brought to her remembrance many times when she had known
circumstances and pain that she couldn't endure.
But then, she remembered, numerous were the "break throughs" that came to provide relief from the bleak, and often torturous
pain. Many were the times, she now remembered, when she had known The Word had been with her through it all. She remembered His presence. He was there all along! He was seated upon the throne of her heart. Emanuel. A wind blew around her
just then as HE continued to hold her close, and she remembered other "fresh winds" that had come "just in time," she heard, though He hadn't spoken aloud. His beautiful smile warmed her so completely, and He told her something she didn't know she needed
to hear until He had spoken.
"Well done, my good and faithful servant." Weeping with gratitude unparalleled in her life, she was astonished somewhat by His words. "What did I do to
deserve such praise from you, my Lord and my Master," she asked? "Your job," He said, "was an intense one, simple, but very, very difficult at times. Your job was to keep your door of Faith closed against the intruders that wanted entrance into this region
of the Kingdom. My job was to be the shield. No harm at all has come to you because I truly was a shield of protection and stronghold over your life." And with a kind, welcoming gesture He turned her to face a new door that had the same shield-like shape.
It was surrounded by a garden wall.
But this door was made of glimmering silver that would never need polishing. He opened the door to the garden and said, "please come." Entering in with
her through that glorious gateway, she saw that there were pink roses everywhere. I'm in heaven. She Thought.
"I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him,
that I am sick of love." Song of Solomon 5:8
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