As Robert tries to understand and discover the secret of who this
mysterious woman is, she takes him back in time to remember who he use
to be.

He soon finds that the mystery of this woman, is in fact
connected to who he once was. And in finding himself, the secret of the
woman also unfolds.

The wonderful old lady: angel, fairy God mother, or what ever she was (I was sure she wasn’t mortal) slowly leaned forward and brought herself out of the chair. “I have something that belongs to you.” She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a little black box, about half the size of a shoe box. It was snapped shut by a simple metal snap.

“You didn’t have to get me anything; this amazing place is more than what I’ve needed.” I said graciously.

“I said that it belongs to you.” She came back and stood by my chair. She sat the little black box on the coffee table next to me. I reached over to grab it but she quickly took my hand. Her eyes looking into mine brought such peace and tranquility that I nearly hugged her in appreciation.

I took the box and laid it in my lap. I wanted to open it quickly, and at the same time I was unsure of what I was about to open. Being committed to open this box, I couldn’t put it off or pretend I had patience. I popped the metal snap and opened it up.

Confusingly enough there was only a pair of glasses; nothing special or unique looking about them either. I picked the old brown, wire framed spectacles up to examine. They were not new, not name-brand, nor did they have any kind of style to them. They were just a plain old pair of glasses. “I don’t get it.” I said.

“Don’t worry, Robert, you will once you put them on.” She said. “Once you put those glasses on, you will remember.”

“Remember what?”

“Remember what you live for; your passion. Robert, you were given these glasses years ago as a gift from the Master. These glasses are specially made, unique, for you and you alone. These glasses give you sight, they give you vision; your vision for the future. You lost them a few years ago. Lucky for you, when one losses such a special gift, it usually ends up here- and here it sits, waiting for their owner to visit and claim them again.”

“I don’t fully understand what you’re saying.” I said.

“Look around my house. There are many treasures and amazing things in every room. None of these things are mine, they all belong to those, like you, who have lost and misplaced these special gifts- of the Master. I’m just the person who keeps them safe and gives them back when one of those poor souls come knocking. Like you.”

“I didn’t come here.” I responded quickly. “I was asleep and the next thing I know I am smelling cookies.”

“Robert, you called for me last night. You knocked, you sought, and you asked, and then you found me.”

I took the spectacles into my hands and opened the frames, slowly bringing them to my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and pushed the glasses all the way on.

Suddenly I felt a swirling of warmth in my head and it got hot. Heat traveled down through my back and into all my veins. It felt like fire. I opened my eyes and saw multitudes of people hungry for salvation, in the valley of dry bones, hands outstretched, cracking in eager desperation for the Word that would bring them life. I could see the faces of those who long for a touch from another compassionate human being reaching out from their various places around the world. The streets were all full of hungry people, bedrooms with crying abused spouses, and children suffering neglect, weeping to be loved.

In that moment, looking through those spectacles I realized what I had lost, and now, finally, had again gained: I had lost my vision. I had allowed myself to walk away from the passion that had so fired me up with purpose as a young believer. I had dropped these glasses somewhere along the road years ago, and in loosing this vision I had also lost my way to peace.

As if she was reading my mind, the little old woman grabbed my hand and with tears in her eyes and said, “Yes, Robert. But is it ok because you have found me again. Without your vision you could not fulfill you purpose, and without that ability you lost me… Peace.”

My chest began to pound hard as the fire of passionate, purpose, and destiny-regained made its way into the deepest chambers of my heart.

“I prayed for Peace! You, you are Peace… Perfect Peace.” I said looking at her. “That is your name; that is who you are: Perfect Peace”

***

We spent a few hours there at her house talking about the past, and things to come. I walked through her house looking at all the items that were laying around, just waiting to be reunited with their owners. You could almost hear some of them calling out to be found.

For the first time in years I was at totally peace and rest. Not only was I at rest and completely stress-free but my vision was back. It felt so amazing to be seeing through my glasses again. I guess, I really never noticed how blurry my life was without them.

After I had finished off a few more cookies and cups of cocoa, Mrs. Perfect Peace came over to me and patted my back. “Now, my boy, it’s time for you to go.” She began to walk me towards the hallway that led to my bedroom door. “You’ve found what you’ve needed, and have found me. If you keep those glasses on, you should never have a problem finding this place again. When you’re living as you were destined to you’ll always be able to rest here. Just don’t take those glasses off again.”

She walked me down the hall and up to the bedroom door, which was closed; Mrs. Perfect Peace gave me a big hug, burying her little white head into my chest. “Go now, there’s a lot that you must do. You’ve got to get busy. Don’t dilly-dally round. I have others showing up soon to serve and restore lost items to. Come back and visit me soon Robert.”

I cleared my throat, “You know I will.”

She turned around and walked back down the hall towards the kitchen to bake someone else something amazing. I stood at the closed door with my hand firmly gripping the door knob. Who would believe this story? How would I try and explain this to my wife, who was sleeping soundly on the other side of this door? Would I tell this to my friends or family? I guess l’ll probably write it all down as a short fiction story.

As this point the only thing that really matters is how my life will change once I take this next step.

I have found Perfect Peace again, and in the process regained my vision. This night of mystery and revelation has caused me to understand and see things more clearly. It’s time for me to get back on tract, time to live by faith and passion, time to make history; be a world changer – time to walk through the door.

I slowly turned the handle and took a step forward.

Somewhere in the darkness behind me I could still smell those cookies…

(c) Samuel Connelly 2009

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About Samuel Connelly

Samuel is a published writer, poet, and journalist. He’s a  father and husband. Sam’s been a
youth pastor, speaker, DJ, host of a music video show, and even
obtained his Coffee Expert Certification. He’s passionate about tasting
and sharing the beautiful diversity he sees in the world, through its arts and many cultures. He is currently finishing a collection of poetry, and two novels to be released starting 2010.
Contact Samuel at sam@samthewriter.comwww.SamTheWriter.com 

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