Sunday, December 11, 2011

For Joy Armstrong -with Love

Dear lady, should you ever discover this message, and I trust you will one day, hopefully you will find it to bring a blessing to you. For Christmas, 1999, I finished a series of short stories that I was telling to Mary's two grandchildren shortly after we married. As time and my thoughts about the unfolding story developed and matured it, it became a full-length book.

In that story, I believe that I was led to show a struggle within the ark of Noah, when his one son, Ham, and those who were determined to continue the forbidden worship of spirit-beings that had caused Man and animal to so err from Creator's Way that it brought on the Great Flood. In the final chapter of this story, which is actually the main part of the book, the two main animal characters, Horse and Ostrich, or "Osterich," as I name the particular character in the story, are mortal enemies, for one, Horse, was Adam's working partner, and Eve's was Ostrich, which had endeared itself to Eve when Adam was absent so much from her side, literally over-doing the work of making order in the Garden of Eden, which Creator had said he should do.

In the story, Satan uses Ostrich to beguile Eve to do the one act that would cause her to lose eternal Life. But, Ostrich was itself disastrously tricked into its part of beguiling Eve. The story developed faster than my comprehension to understand all the actions that were going on in it, and it was as if my hand were forming words and sentences that I had not first thought of. Perhaps it is a Divine revelation, to a point, but it actually does portray a time that is very little represented in the only place that has any reliable record of Pre-Flood Earth Human life.

May this little token of my love and appreciation that you, Joy, are a gift from Creator in my life, and one who I cannot ever think of, or consider in any manner, as the target of the acts I am accused of by those who dare not face me with the deceptions they used to place me out of their lives, and yours.

I rest my case before Creator, and when it is His Time, those who use those ugly deceptions will be brought to light, along with their deceptions.

I'd love to be a living part of your life, dear daughter. But, as it is, Creator has not ordained that to be. And, I need to learn to accept His Will, and be patient, and abiding in Him, for even that great desire.

Sweet daughter, whom I love so dearly, blessings be upon you, and the Grace of Creator comfort you, and His Truth uphold you, and His Perseverance fill your heart with Living Joy.

Peace, my daughter.

Papa

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