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Writer's pictureShiloh Humble

“Have I told you the story of how I got this scar on my eye?”




“Have I told you the story of how I got this scar on my eye?”


The young child eagerly looked up at the Father. The child had heard the story before, but there were always details that seemed to be new each time the story was heard again. It was a story that could never be heard too many times.


The child, staring at the Father, waited in anticipation to hear the story again.


The Father began, “There was a great battle. Many dark enemies were fighting against the goodness that I had created. The dark enemies were doing all that they could to ruin and destroy all the blessings and good things that I had created.”


“The darkness hated me and all that I had done. In an attempt to end the goodness of all I had created the enemy started to attempt to hurt and destroy my children. They began to fight against my children, hoping to injure or kill them. To separate them from my life and my love.”


“At one point in this long battle, one of my favorite parts, there was you.” The Father smiled endearingly at the child.


“You had come to the earth. A moment I had been anticipating and excited for, for years, and my heart was full. I watched over you lovingly and caringly. I was so excited for the days of your existence, and I was so proud of you.”


“The enemy saw this. They knew how deeply I loved and cared for you. So they attempted, with all of their efforts, to try and destroy you. To separate you from me forever.”


“You were fighting well. You held onto my love. You had strength, skills and gifts that I had given you. The enemy was furious at how well you fought against them.”


“One day the enemy plotted something that was beyond anything they had attempted before. They had bombarded you with many small attacks. You fought them off well. You stood your ground. You were strong and wielded your weapons well. However, you were not prepared for what they had planned.”


“As you were taking on several of the enemies, and fighting valiantly, the enemy had planned for a giant to come up from behind you. They fiercely wanted to destroy you, and remove you from me forever. While you were distracted with the already numerous enemies the giant began his approach, sneaking up behind you.”


“As I watched the giant getting closer and closer I knew you were unaware of what was happening. As the giant drew near to you he wielded his weapon, drawing it back behind and above his head. Knowing that he was about to strike with a devastating blow, I leaped! I leaped from Heaven down to earth, for you.”


“As the giant's weapon swung around, directly toward your head, I was already in the air. I came in between you and the weapon. The enemy struck me instead of you. I fell. And suddenly, for a moment, all of the enemies stopped fighting.”


“It appeared that I had died. And in actuality I did die. I had flung my body in front of the giant's weapon, to save the life of my deeply loved child. I had rescued you. I had saved you. And to me that was all that mattered. You were, and are, what matters most to me. And you always will.”


“What the enemy did not know was that it is actually impossible to kill or destroy Love. Love is eternal. My love for you is eternal. And because I am Love, I can never be killed, destroyed or eliminated. Love is who I am, and you are my child. So love is also who you are. Love will never cease, it will never end.”


“Now I proudly get to wear this scar. This scar means Love. This scar is actually a medal of honor that I get to wear for eternity. This is a sign of love that I choose to never part with. It is a reminder, for me and for you, of how much I love you. Of how precious you are to me. It’s a reminder to us both that there is nothing I will not do for you. Nothing I will not give, or give up, for you. For my beautiful, amazing and deeply loved children.”







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