“Letters to Annabell” Fiction. Based on a True Divine Conversation.

“Simply by my Father’s Love” –Danny Thurmer

“Letters to Annabell”

Fiction. Based on a True Divine Conversation.

By Suzanna T.

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

To my Dearest Annabell Lee,
My darling daughter. I’ve missed you so. You are the apple of your father’s eye and it makes my heart sore to have been away from you for so long.
Shame on me for not finding you a husband. At least then I would know that you are well taken care of. Then again… you are my child, and I shouldn’t worry too much about how you are fairing. You can take care of yourself just fine.
Forgive me for not sending word sooner. The battles are long and bloody. Ever so bloody. One day, I will have to call you to the Home front. But not yet, so let us not speak of it.
I see that you are still in position, yet you are making less strides. You did what I intended you to do. I am sending provisions. Prepare to leave.
There is work to be done at the Temple. You have the skills to assist. Go there and fall in line.
The yellow lab hiding under your porch is not only your comfort, but is your first line of defense. He may not be what you want but he is what you need. Keep him well.
I wish you would smile more. You could learn to laugh. Even your brother enjoyed weddings. He had at least twelve friends. Why do you lock yourself away? I did not intend for it to be so.
My darling daughter. You have the beauty of your Mother Earth, and the resilience of your brother, Christ. But your wisdom..that my daughter, that you get from me. Use it.
The enemy approaches from all sides. Be on guard. He is crafty, and cunning, and he still has his sights set on my children.
I had to hide you. You understand don’t you? I had to hide you in the filth of sin. It was the only way that you could survive and grow. Otherwise, the enemy would have killed you in the womb. Now look at you. Soaring high like the old oak that towered over your childhood home.
You will return some day. One day…there will be peace. But today is not that day.
Until then, stay. Stay and live. Count it all Joy and never, ever look back or I will turn you into a pillar of salt. This I swear.
I linger in this letter while the battle rages on. I must go. Know that I am always with you and that I am so proud of what you have become. Keep becoming.

Your Father,
The Living God

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