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Topic: Rest (06/14/04)

TITLE: Intermission
By Rachel Holmes


I watched as the two young women sat down at their computers, both signing onto their internet servers. The one typed “Hey, Mandi! How are you, girl?” into her instant messenger and hit send. Immediately, the message appeared on her friend’s screen. “It’s orange over here, Laney” came the reply from Mandi’s computer. Delaney sighed. Orange was their code for when Mandi’s parents were fighting. Delaney sent a little prayer up to Heaven and responded with:

Here2shine: What’s up? Are you okay?

Singing4Him: I’m fine. I guess. It’s the usual. Things just blow up around here. My parents are fighting again. It’s about something stupid, as always.

Here2shine: Sorry!

Singing4Him: Eh...

Here2shine: You going to be okay?

Singing4Him: Honestly? No. I can’t take this anymore. They have been at it for the last three hours. Constantly yelling, threatening... it’s just too much. I’m scared.

Here2shine: I wish you didn’t have to live with that kind of stress.

She changed the subject, but Mandi could not ignore the tension building behind her in the kitchen. Mandi’s hands continued to type as a tear dropped from her eye. I looked away as a tear fell from my eye as well. It was caught mid-air. “Abba, why do you let your children suffer?” I asked as I raised my eyes to my Creator. “All things work together for good to those that love Me and are called according to My purpose.” He responded. “You have such a heart for My children, do you not, Chelone?”

“She is in such pain. I do not understand, Abba. Why will you not just make it better for her? Grant her the miracle she desires!” I raised my pleading face toward’s His loving one.

The Creator’s eyes saddened, not for Mandi’s pain, but because of my own confusion. He placed two hands on my shoulders and turned me back to watch the girls. “I know their thoughts, prayers, and every loss of hope they suffer.” The Creator ran His finger along the tip of my wing as He studied me, one of his celestial beings. He smiled, “It is good.”

Suddenly, I was fully aware of His Holiness and righteousness which penetrated the area around us and I bowed low before Him. He raised me up to my feet. “Watch.” He pointed to Mandi. She had locked herself in her bathroom, sobs racking her body as she curled up on the floor. “Daddy, please don’t go. God, please, make him stay here!” she cried into the tile. “Watch.” The Creator admonished as I began to protest once again.


Looking up as her father called, Mandi managed to push herself up into a seated position before her father unlocked and opened the door.

With an unusual tenderness, he picked her up from the floor and pulled her into his arms. He held her close, rocking her slightly. She allowed him to envelope her with his arms. She was to the point of complete lack of strength, both physical and emotional, and her father’s hold on her supported her.

I watched in amazement at the display. “Abba,”

He hushed me, His eyes telling me to keep mine focused on Mandi. Her father had left, and she stood there, stunned. Slowly, she moved towards her room. She stopped at the door, however, and, glancing up, whispered, “Thank you.”

The Creator returned his attention to teaching me. “I love my children, Chelone, and I do not allow them to suffer beyond what they are able to handle.” He reminded me.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded my understanding. His act had been so gracious. He had shown Mandi that He was still there, answering her prayers. He reminded her of His love and plans for her. He had given her a rest from the constant battles fought around her. “Chelone, I have promised my children to never leave or forsake them. I always fulfill My promises.”

“Yes, Abba. You work all things together for their good. You will not leave them helpless and alone.” I responded quietly.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin, and not one of them falls to the ground apart from My will. Do not fear, little one,” The Creator stretched His arms out, wrapping them around each one of His children, supporting them in love, “you are of more value than many sparrows.”

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Lynda Lee Schab 06/28/04
What a wonderful entry! I loved the title, the story, and the fact that it was from the angel's perspective. A gentle reminder of what goes on "behind the scenes" in the heavenly realm. This one really touched me. Good job! Blessings, Lynda Schab
Lisa Bumgarner06/28/04
Riveting! Great perspective.
L.M. Lee06/29/04
extremely well said.
Deborah Porter 06/30/04
Absolutely lovely Rachel. With love, Deb
Melanie Kerr 06/30/04
i loved the way that you wove scripture verses into. it made it a very powerful piece.