Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. John 14:1-3
The silent seconds that passed by felt like forever until Harper finally responded. “I don’t know.” I released the long breath that I was holding, feeling defeated. Noticing my reaction, Harper continued, “Melody, I still have to think things through. If I do meet your King, then I will be hunted down by Prince and be killed…I don’t know if I will ever be brave enough.” On that sad note, Harper picked up her sackcloth and walked out of my cell casting one last glance over her shoulder. Then she disappeared into the darkness.
“She is still fighting me.”
I gasped from fright until I turned around to face Mercy. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. Her glow was fierier than usual making me wonder if she was perturbed. Mercy was glaring at the locked cell door when she spoke up. “I don’t understand why she has to be so stubborn. I’m trying so hard for her to notice me, but she is still ignoring me.”
“Huh?” I was so distracted by her new human-size form that I barely registered what she was saying. Mercy stepped away from the wall and stood in front of me. She just stared at me sadly. “I wish I could have spared you from seeing Chef and Narcissa’s deaths.” Some of the questions that I continued to struggle with rose to the surface, “Why didn’t you stop it? Where was Grace? Why didn’t Father intervene and save them?”
“That’s not His will,” interrupted Grace. I shouldn’t have been surprised by the abrupt entrance, but I was. “I have been here the whole time Melody. You just couldn’t see me in the dark,” she replied quietly answering my unvoiced thoughts. Mercy nodded silently as the two creatures stood side by side slightly towering over me.
Shaking my head, I began pacing around. “Are you telling me that my friends had to die for Elyon’s master plan?” I asked. When they stood there silently, I just got more frustrated. Finally, I took a calming breath. “I know that His plans are better than my plans and that He has everyone’s best interest in mind…How can death ever be for the best? How is the death of His saints precious?” Father’s words from the drops of honey made no sense to me.
“So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.”
Hearing the distant voice, my blood ran cold as I fearfully looked up into my dark cell. “Narcissa?” Only silence met my ears. I could recognize that voice anywhere, but I didn’t understand. My friend died! Feeling slightly light-headed, I knelt to the ground. Mercy kneeled next to me looking at me with concern. Grace smiled down at me knowingly. “That was a present for you from the King.”
I couldn’t believe it. Then it finally dawned on me. “Elyon’s kingdom isn’t in this world. Is it?” Both nodded simultaneously. For the first time in days, I felt giddy with joy and hope. My friends were physically dead, but they weren’t really dead! My face broke out into a foreign grin. “Now I understand what Father meant by their deaths being precious…They are finally reunited in His kingdom.”
Mercy began to speak, “That is the same place where your mother went. One day you will join them.”
I nodded my head in understanding before I asked, “When can I join everyone?”
“When you have finished your purpose here, then you will go to the Kingdom and join everyone,” replied Grace.
I let that answer stew in my head. Easier said than done. A selfish part of me wanted to complete my mission so I could be reunited with everyone. As great as that sounded, the idea of being home with Elyon felt…right. Since I was used to traveling ever since I could remember, I just assumed that was the reason why I never felt at home anywhere, not even at the cottage with Narcissa. My true home was with my loved ones, by Elyon’s side.
I looked at the locked cell door. As if reading my mind, Grace answered, “Elyon is still pursuing Harper, but ultimately she has to choose to be in the Kingdom.” I nodded with understanding. The only reason I even have a hope of reuniting with my loved ones is because the Great Physician saw something in me and decided to save me. Now, He sees something in Harper. I genuinely hope that Harper chooses to follow the true King and not the fake Prince. With a sudden thought, a plan began to form. “Grace, do you have any paper?”
“Of course,” she responded with confusion. “Why do you need it?”
“Good, I will need quite a bit.” I smiled at my companion, “I think it’s time I wrote a letter of my own. My story.”