Laying in
the field that my Father has blessed me with.
The heat
from the sun radiating on my skin.
Not a
cloud in the sky.
The field
is full of life.
Color.
Beauty.
Everything
is at peace.
Everything
is perfect.
Contentment
fills my spirit.
But
then….
Something
changes.
The aroma
of the flowers disappears.
Smoke
fills the air.
I look up
in confusion.
I see a
man walking through the field.
Fire
coming from his hands.
I stand up and begin to yell at him.
“No!
Stop!! What are you doing?�
Trust
me.
“No!
You don’t understand! My Father blessed me with this beautiful land and now
you are turning it into ash! Please! I beg of you! Stop!�
Trust
me.
“Father! Please hear the cry of your daughter! Please bring rain! Stop this
man!�
Silence.
Everything
continues to burn.
In
desperation, I fall to the ground.
Tears
streaming from my face as I watch what was once beauty turn to ash.
Hopeless.
I
continue to pray for rain.
Nothing
comes.
I look up and see only ash.
All
I can do is scream and cry.
My
face buried in my hands.
Filled
with rage, I stand up and begin to run towards the man.
Crying
out in desperation.
“Who
are you?! What have you done?!�
He
stops.
Looks
into my eyes.
Trust
me.
Bending
down, he begins to wipe his hands on the ashes.
The
ground begins to shake.
An oak more beautiful and magnificent than anything I had ever seen
rises from the ash and begins to fill the land.
In
shock, I fall to the ground.
The
man leans down.
Smiling
at me, he says:
My
daughter. I had to burn everything so true life could rise up. I had to take away what you thought was beautiful so I could show you what true beauty looks like. You see, I want you to not only be able to look at my glory but I want you
to experience it. Now go. Climb. Be joyful, my love. For this is the blessing that you deserve.
