18 - WHAT SCARS ARE FOR

Songs for the Chapter: BLESSINGS, by Laura Story and YOU'RE STILL GOD, by Philippa Hanna

(Kindly feel free to listen to Blessings and the other song)

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"...And fix my eyes upon YOU, JESUS;

FOR YOU ARE GOD, and I am not..."

~ Philippa Hanna

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Violet had never given thought to what marriage would be like—given her age. But, being wedded to Mr Icy himself, she realised was going to be the greatest trial of her faith.

He barely said a word to her after their wedding. And they shared separate rooms—which was fine by her, she had to admit.

Yet, whenever she awoke from her nightmares of that night and found herself covered in sweat and tears, she could not help but ask GOD why.

"Is there any purpose in something as ugly as this?" She moaned in her grief one night. She felt so lonely... and bereft of joy.

"LORD..." she whimpered. "Can any good come of these scars?"

Then, with a vehement heat of Love she could never have thought possible nor could comprehend, she heard HIM whisper softly. Yet, the flame that kindled in her soul at the sound of HIS Voice was unquenchable.

"Look at MINE," compassion etched in each tone and timbre, HE showed her HIS scars.

HIS radiant Selfless-Love beamed out of every inch of the scars that her SAVIOUR had borne to purchase mankind's Salvation—her Salvation.

"What about MINE, Beloved?" And HE smiled with such a sweetness it made all the bitterness fade away. By just looking at HIM, a balm of healing poured into her wounded soul.

Time and again, she felt her SAVIOUR blanketing her in HIS Love, showing her HIS scars HE had to suffer for her sake.

"It is all for a purpose, dear one," HE would whisper. "And soon it will show forth, and you will see MY Hand in the midst of the pain—working out MY greatest masterpiece."

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"So, all these motions are meant to settle the disputes in the Middle East?" Vincenzo asked, brows furrowed, deep in thought.

He had to admit, despite the irksome nature of the young man, Giuseppe, that he had the potential of becoming an elite member among the King Makers.

The drafted proposal he had presented was indeed masterful and seemed thoroughly prepared.

He had taken the time to go over the plans to bring peace to one of the most challenging areas of conflict and concern to the King Makers.

It could work, Vincenzo thought to himself.

And the thought of having both the Jews and their neighbours at Peace whilst getting the chance to rebuild their Temple?

That was a stroke of genius, Vincenzo mused to himself.

Giuseppe on the other hand, studied the Icy Prince warily, despite the calm and amiable front he put up.

He was slowly getting to understand the man and his weaknesses—and where his strengths lay.

Keep him away from the wench, and his mind could be easily controlled, he acknowledged with a smirk.

He had managed to keep Vincenzo away from her as much as he could, lessening the Power her so-called Light had over him.

Yes, I must distract him more.

"And you say Princess Lilith is the key to helping us put this plan in motion?"

"Oh, yes, grande Principe..." He implemented the ever-so humble sounding tone he had perfected over the years—for just such a moment.

"Isn't she hard to reach?" The elite King Maker tapped a pen on the table as he considered and pondered over it—something else Giuseppe was learning about him.

"Hardly anyone sees her face, how do you think you can succeed in enthralling her?" Vincenzo levelled a steady gaze at him.

Pulling off another of his charming smiles, he brought out his ultimate card to win him over.

"I must admit, it was a hard task to pull off," he put on a look of mock innocence. "But, I finally managed to reach her."

He glanced at his watch for the dramatic effect. "She should be arriving here any moment from now."

Now that, took even the Ice Prince by surprise. For he knew the power the Princess wielded, and how hard it was to even catch a glimpse of her—so scarce was she to find.

Rumour had it that she was afraid or hideous to look at. Others declared otherwise and stated that it was due to her beauty she was often sheltered by her father.

So as she strutted into the conference room, he was struck by the air of dignity she carried with her presence—and her stunning beauty.

There, Giuseppe sat back and watched, a sinister smile playing at his lips. My final card to yank him from that wench is finally here.

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"Can we pray for my brother?" Isabella asked, deep emotion showing through her often cheerful eyes.

They had been casually lounging on Isabella's bed, discussing whatever topics came to mind. Especially, with regard to the Holy Scriptures.

But, the abrupt change of topic brought their lively conversation to a halt.

Violet felt a conflict in her soul. She had been restored to her relationship with her SAVIOUR, yet, she found it difficult to go through each day with the load of burden she carried—let alone pray for Mr Icy.

She felt no connection to him, despite being married. He rarely spared her a glance.

Is it because he finds me disgusting?

She sometimes found herself questioning, though his actions on the wedding day had suggested otherwise.

She still had to struggle with her feelings of unworthiness.

Yet, the inner urging did not dissipate after Isabella made that request.

Pray, she heard the Still Small Voice say.

And she knew it was time to let go of her pain—with the Scars of her LORD still vivid in her mind.

As she knelt beside her friend and sister, a wave of emotions flooded her soul. One side tugging her to hold on to her grief a little longer, and the other, beckoning her to finally lay it all at the Foot of the Cross.

LORD, I don't know what purpose YOU have in all of this, but even without knowing it, I will put my trust in YOU. I commit the trajectory of my life into YOUR Hands, for I know YOU will never let me fall.

And even if YOU choose to let me fall, a smile of the broken yet unbroken tugged at her lips. I am ready to fall for YOUR sake.

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Having spent most of the evening praying with Isabella after finally deciding to surrender entirely, it felt like Violet had been reborn.

Recalling a verse she had memorised, she couldn't help but smile, "A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity."

As she prepared to go to sleep in her new room located at Vincenzo's side of the Villa, she heard the main door unlock.

He is probably in, she thought to herself.

In her surrender, she had vowed to give herself in reckless abandon to the Path her SAVIOUR had set before her; to rise to the occasion and accept her lot as the wife of Vincenzo.

As she arose from her bed to go out and greet him, she heard a steady yet reluctant rhythm sounded at her door.

Has he come to see me? She wondered with her eyebrows knit, feeling surprised and a tad bit discombobulated by the knock.

She drew closer and opened the door slowly, and recoiled as she saw the young man standing at her door.

Again?

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Hi, hi, hi!

It's been a while. So sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. I do not know my feelings about it, whether or not it was as I hoped or expected it to be. Kindly let me know your thoughts—and expectations.

I so long to hear from you all. Every single one of your comments encourages me greatly.

Oh, and a little quiz... what does the name Lilith stand for? And what does its meaning signify to you?

Let us kindly take note:

We do not know exactly how things will unfold to the letter, but, the Scriptures make us know they WILL happen. There will have to be a Temple in order for the anti-CHRIST to enter and desecrate it.

When that temple will be built? We are not sure.

Let us all kindly remember, that the Holy Scriptures are the final Authority. This is only a story trying to tie the events of the end times together with a work of fiction.

And all is to point out to us: CHRIST IS COMING SOON. SOONER THAN WE THINK, THE TIME IS UP.

GOD bless us all.

Love In CHRIST,

Phela