Well a couple of days have passed and the time of routine celebration nears again. Some call this time the winter solstice, others the time of renewing promises or making new ones, and still others call this the time we remember the King's son's birthday. We light up our houses with little likes strung around trees and pad the tree's trunk with gifts for one another. Even M'dda, Kord, Y'bliph and I have a small tree in our window.
The year is winding down for my roommates as the time for the final tests and projects and due dates for this year arrives. They have only one more half year till they finish their studies at the school. Even Jamin is graduating this week. Though Jamin went to a different school than my roommates and many of my friends his studies are still near to storytelling. He actually has a bit of the minstrel in him.
As the season is wearing down the place of my employ is becoming more and more anxious. For as I say people like to pad their tree's with gifts... even when they can't be there. So many people ship their gifts to their loved ones. In other words we (my colleges at work and I) feel the brunt of others pleasure and happiness. But that is ok for now. It is just a lot of parcels to move. The steward in charge of my section noticed a bit of my armor at work. Something in my attitude allows him to see a bit of the King in me. I think I may even take a little pride in this.
It is strange that seeing a stranger or even an acquaintances armor is a relatively hard thing to do. It takes getting to know someone till you can tell if their armor is on and even then it is hard to tell in what exact shape their armor from the King is in. Sometimes their sword may not glow as bright when they speak but that may just be a momentary glimmer of hardship. Each part of armor does take a different bit of maintenance to keep in good condition.
The sword loves to have the King's words spoken or near. It glows a bright fire from deep within in battle. It does not glow from a cold fire like the Snomed, nor does is glow bright from a bright fire to warm your hands with on a cold winter's day. It is neither hot, nor cold, nor is it lukewarm. It seems filled with a consuming fire that doesn't consume but rather builds and heals. What a wonder it is, as all the armor is wondrous. The helmet can't really ever come off, for it is the mark of the King. But it never is a burden. Like the paradox of the sword it is actually like a comfort rather than a burden that most headgear might be.
The chest plate and the belt are best polished by doing as the King instructs. They shine the best when under the most strain. and the boots are always dusty but also shine when in use. Sometimes I guess I walk too much and may take pride in my boots. Constantly I need to remember that I didn’t' earn these boots but I use them for the King and in His service do I find my purpose.
Lately it seems that my shield has been tested, but I continue to re-enforce it with the gifts of the King and the assurances that He sends me. Specifically I was able to reclaim it from its slumber of little use by the gathering of warriors (who have gone to the storytelling school I graduated from) at the church of some storytellers in a land truly blessed by the King. The land still had His majesty inscribed upon its trees and waters. It was a truly renewing and blessed time.
Now I find myself nearing the time of renewal and I remember the words given to me at the retreat with the warriors... "it is the year of Jubilee" a time of forgiveness and new beginnings. All debts are forgotten the prisoners are set free and the time of celebration is upon us. I could barley keep from weeping. I had forgotten what it is like to live free... truly free as the King wants us to. Slowly I understand more and more of His purpose... but I worry so much for tomorrow.
But as the King (through his Son) said: "don't worry about tomorrow, each day has worries enough of it's own." One day at a time. We are each given so much in a day. It should never be used lightly. Each day we live or die a little. It is always our choice. Today I think I choose to live a little. Tomorrow I hope to live more... and more the next day until I am truly alive for my King.
Until I may find the next insight (or sooner)
Fair travel and safe lodging to all
and to you: may the blessings of the King be ever with you.
Gby,
Kroy
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