Helen Edwards

In Search of The Little Black Book

In Search of The Little Black Book Life had beaten me down; I was marred from the journey as I traveled from one place to another trying to find refuge wondering through valleys beaten by the sun piercing my skin leaving a thirst that couldn't be quenched by anything even the fresh water from the brook. Climbing mountains that were rigged and snowcapped, my feet and my hands bitten by the frost. Yet I continued in search of this little black book someone told me about, I was determined to find it. I was told that if if found this book and read it and followed the instructions that my life would be changed and that I would be restored back in to the kingdom. You see, I am the daughter of a king and before there there were any valleys, before, there were any mountains, before there were any hills and brooks, I dwelled in this kingdom, it was paradise, I was there with my father and somehow, I wondered off and got lost. I have been searching for this book for years now because I was told that it would restore me. I was told that this little black book had secret passages and corridors and every corridor lead to a greater dimension. I couldn't wait to get my hands on this book, I was driven by a deep desire and an overwhelming anticipation. Regardless of the struggle, regardless of what I had to go through or how hard the journey was or how long it would take I was determined to find that little black book, I would be forever lost without it. I don't know how I wondered so far away from home, I miss the fellowship with my father and all of the host of servants. I miss talking to him and the peaceful times that we shared. I missed how we would walk through the kingdom hand in hand and how he would calm all of my fears and dry up all of my tears. I remember the times that I would be troubles and just talking to him would make all of my troubles go away.