Sandy finds a home

In the city where we once lived there was a castle for canines and other furry animals of the kingdom. A very large and expansive place where every kind of food and provision was available that human care provided to meet the needs of the kingdom creatures there.1

A place of refuge. A place of hope. A place to show all the passing visitors the fine creatures that for a time have made this their living space.2

Each one, having dreams of a home an abode of their own wait with hopeful anticipations that one would come. One for one, and one for another, to bring each one into a home of their own.3

A perpetual palace, an everlasting abiding alcove, where personal pillow and blanket may be positioned just so in the comforting solace of peace that security provides. Nourished in both body and soul.4

Declared so! By name and by spirit indelibly written by the hand of commitment and thus engraved upon a Silver Bowl. One silver bowl. A vessel of mercy filled to overflowing with contents that comfort, delight and nourish every need for personal touch and fulfillment of one.5

Not a whim of a fanciful existence. A reality! A reality that does in deed exist. None soever have come to by ideology, but through the portals of faith into the hand of Benevolent care. There is such a land. A home for one, each one.6

By faith Sandy had hope. In spite of the passing of time. Awaiting day upon days, in the highs and lows that flowed and ebbed with every visitor that went and came. In rest, and weary in her rest. Watching!7

She waited!8

With an eye upon each one she looked for the day of recognition when she would clearly see her eye in the eyes of another, and know by the still soft voice that speaks. Come! This is the one.9

I came only as a visitor. An observer. One, without the hope in heart of a lasting friend. An on looker that looked upon her with curiosity and question.10

Why is it she only has one eye? Why is it, that eye is smiling at me and not for pity sake?11

I saw the mark of mistreatment that marred her face. She saw the mark that marred my soul and I knew that Sandy fared far better in soul than I. 12

Her spirit alive! Her soul not dulled. I found myself wishing to be more like Sandy. A lesson of Love! To love as she loves. Is willing to love, still, the human face of an abuser. To trust herself into the hands of another. To submit, to yield, and to believe.13

To trust in the unseen and inherently good One who is personified to her in the touch that heals, comforts and restores the one broken in heart.14

Made whole body and soul. The face of love that will abide behind human eyes. Eyes that have beheld and have been held as well by Love Itself.15

Sandy, chosen to be a vested interest in our family. An instrumental function of Wisdom's choice to teach love through commitment. In the face of disconcerting trouble, frustration and conflict. Taught by the auspices of forbearance through the practice of patience.16

Sandy, one~eyed, widened with wonder. Perky in her particular personality! In trust was compelled to advance and cross the threshold of her own timidity and feelings of uncertainty into a world that was for her sight unseen.17

She, following the gentle voice along side of her that leads onward. In trust. 18

She cautiously came and found a companion for her journey. I too found a faithful friend and a lesson in Love.19