Darling was the
Apple of His eye
He pursued her because
She has no chance nor choice in being already wanted because He
Had created her
How majestic she was to Him
Who adored her
Her beauty was unquestionable
Her value was unmistakeable
But her mirror was not His looking-glass that He held up for her.
She loved to collect several mirrors and take turns using the reflections in each of them
And allowed others to hold up their tainted and stained looking glasses so she had several confusing reflections
Several differing reflections of who she could be, would be, was, is, and was not
If one mirror was stained red today, she’d turn to the one stained blue tomorrow
Her Creator’s looking glass wasn’t tainted but she kept forgetting to look there because she loved colours….
Only to realize her Creator was the creator of the colour spectrum so He had the whole reflection, not just the parts or the segments.
Darla, the darling, the darling, the Apple of His eye, came to yield to the Creator of the colors although she thought His looking glass was so plain,
Once she got to know and trust Him she began to see the rainbows through the joy and the pain….
And now saw and experienced life ..
In living colour.