Rose Colored Glasses - Chapter 3
A HACIENDA IN EDEN
“Okay, ladies, this here is Eden and ye getting off place.”
Both girls began talking at once, bombarding him with questions of “What do we do, and where do we go.”
Putting his hand up, Shaw yelled, “Stop it, give me a chance to respond. Do you see that brown marble building at the end of the street? He pointed to a hacienda type structure, whose courtyard lawn was loaded with sweet smelling red roses and honeysuckle. That is where you are to go, now be off with ye.”
Slowly and very unsure of themselves, the girls walked into the lobby. A petite lady, with silver type hair and an unknown age, motioned them toward the counter.
“Sign in,” she ordered. After giving them keys to room 15 and 16, she told them, “Everything you need is in there.”
Polly started to ask where they were and what was going on, but like Rebecca, she said not a word.
Still frightened, the girls decided to check out both rooms together. Slowly, they opened the door to Polly’s room, both fearing that they would hear a scary squeaking of the door. Fear banished as they begin to coo in awe at the beauty of the blue room. The woman was right; everything that one might need or want was in this room.
“Let’s check out mine,” squealed Rebecca. Both girls laughed with glee as they opened Rebecca’s door and found that it was decorated in pink, her favorite color, and was identical in content to Polly’s. After a few minutes of giggles and chatter, Polly went back to her room, leaving the still frightened Rebecca to her thoughts.
As soon as the door closed, Rebecca was on her knees asking, “What’s wrong with me, Lord? I believe in you and yet, I am so afraid. Why is that?”
Still on her knees, she laid her head on the bed and cried. After a few minutes of sobbing, she wiped away the tears. How foolish she was to be crying here in Eden. If she couldn’t get into Heaven, perhaps God would let her stay here. Give her a job or something like the room clerk angel has.
Rising from the kneeling position, Rebecca lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. As she lay there, a strong thought came calling. Belief is one thing; but to trust, one must love.
“Oh, My Lord,” cried Rebecca. “I am so in sin, I have not loved you with all my heart, I must have placed Michael above you. I gave all my attention to him and failed you in word and deed. I am so sorry, Lord. Please forgive me.”
Remorse filled Rebecca’s soul as she knew that she had been her own worst enemy and where ever she ended up, it would be her own fault. In falling in love with Michael, she had neglected the one who loved her so much that he died for her-Jesus Christ.
As Rebecca thought on these things, her mind grew weary. She was not really tired but, for some reason, the need to rest compelled her to close her eyes. As she did so, sleep or something like it claimed her until the chiming of a harp shaped clock, on the nightstand, awakened her. Then, from somewhere, over an intercom, came a melodic voice commanding her to report to the lobby.
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