Fiction Friday – The Wedding – A short story

This short story was originally posted in 2012.

She stood in the middle of the room, looking at the people gathered there, trying not to feel self-conscious at her own attire.

The rags of her life hung in ripped and dirty tatters around her feet. Shame crept in as she thought of the life she had led and the things she had done.

Her life had been one of disgrace and heartbreak. She had been abused, neglected, shunned, hated and despised. She had been hurt so many times by so many people, finally turning away from them and into herself.

She had walked in darkness for a while, seeking her own pleasure, solely looking out for herself….

…. Until she met Him.

She had tried to put her past behind her, to step forward in His love; but there were things that were difficult to let go, regrets that she struggled to put away.

A quiet voice swirled around her, in her. She was unaware of any words, only thoughts that spoke to her soul, reassuring her that her past was remembered no more; that she was to be clothed in righteousness from there on in.

She looked down, surprised to see that her dirty rags had been replaced by a shimmering white linen gown of such beauty and radiance that it took her breathe away.

She looked about again, seeking an explanation for the sudden change in her garments. She did not deserve such a beautiful, spotless dress. She had done too many things, seen too many things.

Once again she understood that the change was because of her love for Him, and her faithful obedience to Him since loving Him. She also understood that He was the only One that could make it so.

But could it also be because of His love for her?

She had been unloved, unlovable. Was there really someone that could love her this much?

Did He?

Suddenly He was there, in front of her, looking into her eyes with eyes so full of love and tenderness. A nail scarred hand lifted and touched the side of her face, cradling her cheek with a tenderness born of that love that He had for her.

She closed her eyes, letting His love flood her soul.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” His words came quietly into her heart.

“You were chosen before the foundation of the world and nothing can separate you from My love. Now, we will live and reign together, forever.”

She reached out and took His offered hand.

Her Groom, her Prince. The Only One that could change her clothing from filthy rags to the pure white robe of righteousness.

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© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2012, 2022

Fiction Friday – A Conversation on Chaos and Confusion

This is so unlike what I would normally write, I was not sure about posting it; but I feel this is the message that Holy Spirit gave me and wants me to share.

It was a strange fact indeed that the more she thought, the more confused she became.

And the more confused she became, the more thoughts scurried around in her mind as if chased by a furious wind.

Round and round the thoughts chased each other until she was sure the top of her head would just blow right off.

She reached up and put an agitated hand to her hair and pressed, as if to push all the swirling chaos out.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Let it out and breathed in again. Let it out and sighed.

As the thoughts quieted, she took another deep breath and blew it out, as if trying to blow the lingering upheaval out with her breath.

“Daughter.”

The quiet voice filled her spirit, overflowing with love and chiding concern.

“Yes, Father?” she asked quietly.

“Why do you allow your mind to become so concerned with what is around you?”

“Well ….”

She stretched the word out as she struggled to find an adequate answer but found none.

“Well, what?”

She closed her eyes and blew out another breath in self-directed derision.

“It’s difficult not to,” she admitted.

“It should not be difficult. What have I told you? Numerous times?”

A smile curved her mouth as love filled her for the One that always asked the tough questions. But she remained silent, waiting for Him to tell her.

“Have I not told you? Do you not yet understand?”

There was another silence as He waited for her to answer. She felt rather than heard the answer. When the words left her, they were barely above a whisper, but she knew He heard her.

“Cast all my cares on You because You love me and will carry them for me.”

“Give them to me,” He prompted, “and allow My peace to overflow within you.”

She lifted her arms and held out her hands, silently offering up the fear, agitation, and stress that had risen all too often recently.

Gone.

It was all gone.

And in its place was love. Peace. Assurance.

Courage.

She smiled again as the slightest whisper of warmth pressed against her forehead.

And Him.

Maybe if He filled her, the other stuff would have no room to grow.

Just a thought.

“Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.”

Psalm 55:22

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© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2022