She ran for cover in the midst of the night; there was not a light in sight. Only the faint beam of the half moon that faintly lit her path. Panting, heart-pounding, she continued running. The sounds of her thief never fading but getting closer with each breath and step she took. Shes been running through seasons-all winter, spring and summer long. Once again, her gown catches between the bristle of the forest wood. She leaves behind a satin fabric twisted between the malicious thorns. Her favorite gown ripped; its hem covered in dirt and grime. Patches missing from various moments of close captivity. Her red hair ribbon whispers in the midnight chilling breeze as she continues running for shelter....protection...a moment of security. The thief comes for her golden shaped pendant that she securely wears locked around her neck. Hes after her golden heart. He claims the torn pieces of her gown- slightly content that he has captured a piece of her. A part of her, he exclaims, that she can never recover. She grasps the pendant firmly in her hands and continues running. Her legs are growing weary and she fears that she may at any moment surrender and stop running.There is a thief that is out to steal your heart. He doesn't sleep or rest, and day and night he plans his attack. Running fast and far is useless; unless we give our heart over to the Protector the chase will never end. There is an unseen battle between two forces for the precious victory of your heart. The thief will steal it from you-break it and leave you broken. The Protector longs to make it whole, to nourish and water your heart like a faithful gardener would do for his garden of precious roses. If you are tired of running, rest and surrender your heart to your Protector. He can mend your torn gown and make you whole. Recover all the pieces of your soul that were torn amongst the bristles as you ran for cover. He will guard your heart and hide it in a place where the thief can never enter. Hidden from the thief who knows and fears you, and all you can be.
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