God's Reign

So, You've Made Your Choice

It had been one week to the day since Michael had left Heaven to make his own home elsewhere. He hadn't told anyone where he was going. At least, not yet. He didn't want visitors during the big move. He already had plans of his own. And he didn't want anyone in the way. It seemed that it ran in the family. As Michael settled in over the next week or so, he thought about his mother. Leaving her alone with "him" was his one regret. He had read what he had done to his first two wives. He knew she was capable of holding her own. But he was still worried.

It was time to explore something new. God opened his vault and took out a special notebook and pen. As he wrote, the gold ink morphed in relation to his thoughts. Sure, things had taken a turn for the worst. But that didn't mean things were over. As if his plans ever failed. There were only changes and setbacks. God didn't have time to wallow in the past and drag his heels through the troublesome incidents. He had better things to do. As he wrote another series of revisions, something new surfaced in his mind. He stopped. Yes, this could work. It was a long shot. But so had been trying to mold a certain son to his liking. Whatever. It was time for something new to begin. And this time, things were going to be different.