Though I had an amazing and awesome father ,
and my husband was a most remarkable man,
still, I felt alone. Alone is not a good place to be.
Nevertheless, alone is the place I found myself.
That is, until I heard the voice of a strange one.
He seemed so wise, keen, and filled with knowledge.
I had everything I needed, plus the world’s most beautiful garden.
What more could anyone ask for?; “But why did I feel alone?”, I ask.
As he spoke to me, I soon fell for his lies as he tangled
and twisted my mind. Yes, he succeeded in convincing me that my father really did not mean what I thought he meant. I soon forgot my father’s words, and I’m not sure, but perhaps my husband was too busy to notice.
Why did I feel so alone? I offered my husband the opportunity to share, to buy, and to bite into the newfound wisdom and truth that I had become exposed to. Was I questioning the decision I had made? Was I hoping that my husband would say no? With not an air of indignity nor sound of rebuke, my husband succumbed to the offering of the stranger and me.
Immediately thereafter, the two of us felt alone, bewitched, and naked.
Indeed, our warm security blanket was replaced with the coldness of guilt.
Indeed, the stranger remained the same; and seeking to gain, he felt no pain.
By then, it was clear to us that all of my father’s plans for us were bound to change.
My father had given us choices and a will of our own, to obey, decide, and to discern. But we failed the test of trust, and a grave lesson we later learned.
My father desired that we choose the good, but in stead, we disbelieved him
and were deceived. My father was grieved, and he felt greatly bereaved. He
loved us dearly, but had no choice but to punish and relieve us of our duties.