Mearge cathedrlas. A prophetic tale

Meagre cathedrals. A prophetic tale

Ariel Abarbanel

Meagre fees and late arrival. Fairy tale
Ariel Abarbanel
To my wife Abigel - Malka,
It will be pleasing to the Creator for her to keep this name and its essence and Mazzal.

I happened to catch this tale, written nine years ago. She turned out to be prophetic. During this time, Heavenly Father gave Abiguel three excellent children, whom she later abandoned and abandoned as unnecessary garbage, as well as abandoning her once beloved name and G-d, declaring that there was no one. She became a minister of the Legion of Devils, which for propriety was called the "Men's League", to destroy families, leave children without parents, bring quarrels and turmoil everywhere, while collecting donations for the devils themselves.
But since we believe that there is no evil in the world, everything is good and good, we believe that Abigel-Malka will return to the family with the children, Carrying in his basket scanty belated, but very desirable and sweet berries of Repentance, which will decorate the holiday cake at the celebration in honor of universal Peace and Love.
Amen WeAmin

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Once upon a time there was a king. The king had a large family, a friendly family, in which there were many children - large and small, diligent and obedient, mischievous and naughty.
One day the king planned to call a feast and bake a big cake for this feast. He decided to decorate the top of the cake with wild berries. The children gladly volunteered to go into the woods and collect them. They all quickly gathered together with their baskets and went to the gatherings in the thicket. But there were some who thought that others were better and better than them, and that they should not go because their contribution would be insignificant and perhaps even unnecessary.
The day was sunny, fresh, full of various ripe fruits and other gifts of nature, so by noon the children returned home with full bows. All but one. Behind the fuss and preparations, the absence of one of the children did not notice. And this kid was walking in the woods between then, picking out blueberries, strawberries, lingonberries. He did not have much experience in collecting, and the work progressed slowly, and the twilight was already covering the forest, and the shadows grew and blackened.
The bottom of the boy's basket barely covered the results of his efforts.
Realizing that night would come suddenly and that no way home would be found, the child hurried back to the castle. Fortunately, the last rays of the setting sun were still touching the edge of the forest as he stood at the gate. Unfortunately, the heavy wrought-iron gates were closed, and the boy pounded what was the force in them. After a relatively long period of time, the guard on duty heard a knock and wondered who wanted to enter the castle for the night.
What a joy it was that it was a late, lost man who had already been seized and decided to look for!
The King-Father embraced the unlucky son, kissed him, and looked at the bottom of his basket.
- "What wonderful and beautiful berries you have gathered," he said, "we will decorate the top of the cake with them." On top of the cream.
The child looked at the beautiful cake, smiling and crying: he sneaked and seemed irreversibly late, the harvest looked like nothing, and yet his rare berries also adorned the cake, even the very top of it.
Пояснение:
Father-king - Heavenly Father, children - the people of Israel, berries - prayers.
It happens that even an incomplete, incomplete, but plucked from the heart, with tears, a prayer falls on the king's table and becomes acceptable and very desirable. Eventually, all the gates of Heaven are opened to her.
So be it with us. It will be pleasing to Heavenly Father that all our prayers be desired to Him and be on His Holy Table.
Ari's Storie's © Antwerp 15.02.2017.