Love By Our Creator.

"I need the miracle worker," she whispered through cracked, dried lips. 

"Shh, you're going to be okay, just rest now."

"You…you don't understand, my husband…" Her voice was barely audible. Her dry tongue tried to wet her parched lips but there was no moisture. 

The edge of a cup was placed against her mouth. "Sip slowly, dear." Her caretaker's voice was soft. 

Listening, she sipped from the cup. Cool water touched her lips and mingled with the copper taste of the caked blood. As the water trickled down the back of her throat she coughed lightly and the cup was pulled away. 

"Easy now, slowly." 

She was encouraged as the cup returned to her lips.

Several sips later she felt better and closed her eyes even as she tried to speak, but failed. Nonsensical words trailed off as consciousness eluded her.

Not awake, yet not resting, Rarnne tossed and turned, moaning as her dreams slipped into nightmares. 

He was calling for her over and over. The sound of his voice familiar yet strained by the agony filling his entire being. He needed her help, his pain was too intense, but there was nothing she could do, nothing. The teas to relieve pain weren't working any longer. The twisting of his spine growing worse even as he was placed in a healer's contraption meant to straighten him. Why had this happened to him? What caused him to go from being perfectly healthy to an invalid over the course of the last several years? He didn't know, she didn't know, and no one else knew why this tragedy had befallen Venjeran. Even if they knew, there was nothing they could do to change a thing. The knowledge of the why would not give the how and that is what they needed, the how to make things better.  

"Rarnneeeeee! Help me! Rarneeeee! Please! The pain! Stop the pain!" 

How long had she heard the cries, day in, day out, awake, asleep the constant voice of agony she could no longer shut out of her thoughts.

"Venjeran!" She answered in a hoarse cry of her own, breaking through her sleep and into consciousness. "Venjeran!" She tried to sit up but every muscle in her body protested and she fell back.

"No, no! Don't get up, stop, you need to rest!" Gentle hands wrapped around her arms and eased her back into the bed. "Shh, I'm Luida. You arrived here yesterday morning and collapsed. Let me get you some warm broth and some more water and after that if you feel up to it you can tell me…"

"Venjeran, he needs the Miracle Worker. We were told he'd been here, please…"

"Shhhh, eat first. You need to get stronger. The miracle worker hasn’t been here for over a year now, I'm so sorry." Luida gave Rarnee's arms a gentle pat, her words filled with compassion. Rarnee wasn't the first to come to their village looking for the Miracle Worker. Several people had heard the news and come looking for Him. Theirs wasn't the only village touched by the Miracle Worker, though. Many villages had been blessed by Him, people were desperate for His healing touch.

"I have to find Him, please…"

"Shhhh, let me get that broth. You stay here for a few days and rest up and I'm sure we can get you to the next village, they might have news of Him."

Rest, while Venjeran suffered, she didn't dare and yet, if something happened to her then she couldn't help him any longer. She'd rest but only for as long as it took for her to regain her strength. Every moment was precious and she'd been gone from Venjeran for over two months now. 

"Thank you," she whispered, "thank you, Luida, may God bless you."

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A collective of creatures. We all have the same basic components with overall minimal variances. The only thing unique to the creatures as individuals is their thoughts, their memories, their choices, the thing that makes them separate from all others. Our brains in structure are quite similar. To take several brains from several creatures and mix them up blindly, you'd be hard pressed to tell whose brain belong to which body (in general-not in comparing excising strokes and the like). The brain is our center of thought, our uniqueness resides there. If you were to really get right down to it, very few people are exactly alike in any great detail. We are all generally the same. We are creatures given the gift of unique individuality. That individuality was never intended for us to use in order to place ourselves in a position of superiority. No creature could ever become their own Creator, forever there would be a Creator above and beyond all creatures. 

We have been deceived by Satan, the would-be great usurper, the great deceiver, the one who dared believe they - a creature- could be a Creator. The deceiver was given a death sentence and prior to that being carried out, all the creatures would get an opportunity to use their individuality to decide to be creatures loving their Creator, or to be creatures loving themselves, creatures putting their Creator first, or creatures putting themselves first. Our loving Creator suffered and died to give us this opportunity of choice. Our loving Creator did everything He could to save as many of His creatures as He possibly could. 

A.T. Jones -

"The deception of man led him to put self in the place of God, and the mind and word of Satan in the place of the mind and word of God. This led to the perversion of man's ideas concerning God, and the receiving of Satan's ideas and suggestions as the true ideas concerning God. It led to the setting of God in a totally false light in the estimation of man. It led mankind to look upon God as a hard master, a despotic governor, and a stern, impassive, unmerciful judge. Over and over, the Lord set forth His Word to the contrary. To Moses He declared Himself to be "merciful and gracious, long-suffering, and abundant in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin." In His law He set forth His character as "LOVE." Yet, for all this, mankind still followed perverted ideas of God."

Exo 34:6  And the LORD passed by before him, and proclaimed, The LORD, The LORD God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abundant in goodness and truth, 

Exo 34:7  Keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin…