I crept into the Throne Room of Heaven. Holding my daughters hand, with my other on her fevered brow, I entered, hoping for a word; a plea.
Secluded behind a pillar, I waited. I doubted my right to be here; my position. But my gown gave me away, a full crisp gown of pure white silk, rustling as I crouched. With jewels hanging around my neck and with a sparkling crown, how could anyone hide? I am a daughter of the King.
Smoothing my gown I heard these words; ‘Come closer my beautiful ones, come boldly to me. I see your need, I feel your pain, come right here to me’
So straightening my gown and adjusting my stance, I rose up, invited, belonging, and stepped boldly towards the King.