Second Chances

The two stood in the light of God. The lifetime was over and now they were home.

Sarah's spirit let out a long sigh of weariness and relief. It had been a very long road. Giving Gabriel a brief smile, she touched him lightly and turned her attention back to The Presence, anxious to hear the understandings that would be coming.

With a touch so subtle that it couldn't really be called a touch, God urged them forward, into the deeper vibration of light. Arriving where they were urged to go, Sarah caught her breath and reached out to take Gabriel's hand. His grip was strong, urgent, clinging to her in a way that told her that he would never again let go.

Before them the life they'd lived was laid out in living color. In a row of color below this was laid out the life they had been meant to live.

Sarah's eyes welled with tears and she felt her heart breaking once again, just as it had when she had awakened from the dream that had shown her the life that had been meant to be. Though she could not see the eyes of God, she could feel them. Her appeal went out to existence. Why?

The Voice was gentle, caring, but stern. "You both allowed yourself to believe that love could not be yours. You allowed your experiences, the experiences you yourself chose, to guide you away from that which you knew was true."

The Voice paused and Sarah shivered as the truth penetrated her Being. Gabriel's hand was telegraphing his emotions as he absorbed the truth as well. Her eyes went to the picture of when they would have met. She found herself unable to look away.

"Nothing is ever lost forever," the Voice said quietly.

"But what it could have been," Sarah whispered, heartbroken. "What it should have been."

"You must look at what you learned," the Voice advised.

Gabriel spoke. Sarah's heart leapt in response. "I understand." His voice was thick with unshed tears. "I know the moment when I lost her to me." His eyes met Sarah's and she felt her heart break all over again. "I thought he hated me. I thought she hated me. I thought both of my parents hated me. They certainly treated me like they did. When I thought that, I began to hate myself. After all, if your parents hate you, how can you think you're worthy of love?"

Sarah's head dropped, remembering the stories Gabriel had told her about his childhood. The pain of wanting to love him until his pain was gone overwhelmed her in a way nothing else ever had.

The air went silent and Sarah realized they both were waiting for her to speak. Her voice shaking just slightly, she spoke what had been in her heart all of her years. "I thought I was unworthy of love when I put myself on that planet. I knew how painful it could be. I knew the level of suffering and hate. And I knew that it had the potential to change me." She gave a sigh as deep as life itself. "And I allowed it to do just that."

A force of energy so powerful it had the ability to move existence itself suddenly flashed into the space where they stood. A rush of hope so intense that Sarah's heart almost leapt from her chest. She looked up into the light of God, barely breathing, waiting to be told what this meant.

"There is another layer of hope," the Voice said. "I am filling you with the energy of who you were before you allowed yourself to become what you are not. You are love. Love is all that you are. To have allowed yourself to become something other than love, you lost love. You lost yourselves. You lost the reality of love that you were meant to live."

The Voice paused, allowing them to absorb the words they were hearing. Sarah barely breathed, her hope trembling through her like new life.

"You're being given a second chance. A chance to find the strength to be the love that you are, despite the exterior expressions of hate and suffering that exist in that part of existence. That part of existence thrives because it is the best avenue of learning souls can create as a test for themselves. It is the best learning tool of un-truth that can be imagined. And thus it lives. If you choose to become stronger than the tool of un-truth, you will thrive. Are you able to live your truth, the love that you are, in a world that gives you every opportunity to do the opposite?'

Sarah felt the tug of Gabriel's gaze and turned to him. The smile on his face was the light of God itself. For the first time in many, many years she allowed hope to refill her lagging energy. She nodded at him. Yes. They could, they would, do this.

The speed of Light took them back. Took them back to where it had all begun. The second chance began as the roar of a semi-truck passing by filled the room.









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