There was comforting
darkness in what The Family of God
called The Void. It was
different from the streams of energy, the fire that cascaded around them,
wherever they went. As long as they were in The Void, the light was not
allowed. All senses were dampened and all rules were obeyed...well sometimes. After all, God had three sons and boys will be
boys and they were playing golf.
They all brought their A game when it was time to tee off.
“Did anyone see where my
ball went?” The voice belonged to a young adult, male, their oldest son,
Judah. His voice was to the right and up
in the blackness.
“I believe, son,” came the
father’s response to his oldest offspring, “that you hit it over by the Alpha
“Paul,” continued Judah, his
voice not as musical in timbre as his father's, but it was clear and
distinctive and full of purpose. “Baby brother, your turn to tee off.”
The youngest son, Paul,
stepped up to what would have been a golf green and said in disgust, “What is
There was laughter, a
different young man's voice sounded from an area left and over of Paul. It was
the middle son, Jesse, who had now taken his youngest brother, and perhaps the
best golfer of the five of them, off his game.
“Who forgot to clean up after the dog?”
“Dog?” A very feminine voice
sounded directly behind Paul. “We don't have a dog.”
There was more laughter
coming from the darkness as the two older siblings continued to tease their
“Tell me again,” Father's
deep voice said into her ear, “why did we decide we wanted boys?”
The sweet, abiding, Holy
Spirit was laughing at the antics of her oldest Judah and her middle son Jesse.
Turning to face her soul mate, her eyes captured his essence, there in the
darkness that was not dark for her. Taking his hand, her love for him flowed
out, sharing with him the preponderance of the overwhelming reasons for these
To have her indwell within
his soul, was bliss. “Do you think it is
time?” He asked.
“Yes,” she replied, the
lurking, ever-present smile radiating throughout her. “We would hate to wake
some morning and slip into our shoes to find that waiting for us.”
Father stopped to think
about that. Hmmmm…would Jesse urge his
brothers into putting dog poo in their shoes…well maybe. The middle child was always the over
Chuckling he got out, “They
“They dare much,” his
dearest, Holy Spirit whispered, her words caressing him.
In all of his glory, he
savored each aspect of her. Her thought that became her voice over powered him.
Everything about her intensified the fire that burned in him for her! That raging inferno was always out of
control! His beloved was the part of him that brought him joy and contentment
and desire and love. He banked the flames and let himself drift along on her
“They are, after all, their