It happened again on Christmas eve; she lit the frankensence, removed the rags of crimson, and crown of roses from the angel. She adorned her with garments of light and dark blues and whites, placed Love at her forehead. She hummed to herself, lost in her own little world..."pick up your china doll, it's only fragile and just a little nervous from the fall..." She washed her tear stained sheets and bedding and sprinkled the pillows and fresh blankets with myrrh tears for healing.
The voice told her lay down.
So she lay clutching her rosary. She started taking deep medative breathes. The scent of the air all around her had become pure and fresh. Her body numbed out, and became paralyzed, she couldn't move. All she could do was breath this air. A faint smile came to her lips and feeling of peace and security filled her. She lay like this for quite a while...until she broke out in giggles and started move a bit. Raphael* was whispering sweet nothings in her ear again.
She had spent the day running a mental marathon. Epic battles with the Devil for her soul.
Raphael...you pulled me through again, love you my sweet.
*Raphael=God has healed. Archangel.
