Something just occurred to Silver. She got to her feet and approached Shepherd slowly. She wanted to get closer to Him but not too close. Her encounter with the fallen angel had left her feeling dirty but she still wanted to be comforted. She still wanted to be loved. She came within a few feet of the lion, carefully watching with every step for a sign He wished for her to stop. It never came. She sat and the lion followed suit, never leaving her with His kind gaze.
“Shepherd?”
The lion nodded in response.
“Whenever I meet a demon or fallen angel who wants me to join them they offer me power and strength. If You want me to join Your side, why don’t You offer me power and strength? You know I want it and when I said so You made it sound like You might not give it to me if I joined. Why aren’t You offering it to me like the demons and angels are?”
Shepherd smiled. The expression filled His entire posture.
“Oh, Little One, you were given tremendous amounts of power and strength when My Father created you and first placed you in your mother’s womb. It is a power that is perfect for who and what you are. It is a strength that is as great as you press yourself to have. You must grow into them and discover them for yourself. If you just suddenly had them your body and mind would not know how to handle them and you could never know your potential with them.
“When you first told Me what you wanted you didn’t ask for either of these. You asked for the strength and power to force your will on others. That is not a normal wish for a garron. The demons wish for this, not the garron.”
Silver bowed her head, ashamed. She was suddenly very conscious of where she was.
I’m never going to fit in here.
Shepherd continued to watch her patiently. She looked up at Him.
“Why do You want me? I don’t belong here.”
The lion said nothing but continued to watch.
“I act like a demon, I want things a demon wants, and I even look like a demon… I drank the blood of an angel… How can You want me? I am nothing compared to Your followers, the lowest of the particles of the dust at their feet.”
Silver lowered her gaze and wept. She didn’t hear the lion approach the last few steps between them but through a haze of tears she saw His shadow move closer. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to hold in the tears and her whimpers. She only succeeded in making herself shake. Then she felt the gentle touch of Shepherd’s long, blue mane and broke. Silver wailed and cried. Her tears flowed freely and all the while she tried to stop to no avail. Then gently and calmly Shepherd spoke.
“My dear, dear Little One, I see you as the beautiful creature you are and the wonderful one you can become. My Father can see it even more so. In your own way you are tremendously powerful and very strong. You are needed.”
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