WATER FROM THE MOON

 

© Copyright Katryn Ali 2015

 

Published By Star Books Inc.

 

 

Picture Paintings By Katryn Ali

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INTRODUCTION

 

Ayngela was no ordinary human, for she was Christ's special angel. She knew him when he'd been human and walked the Earth. And in her future he also held the destiny for a certain young man. Christ through her was his only hope.

FOREWORD

This is the first book in, THE TRINITY SERIES. You can also find some of the same characters found in this series, in another book series called: The Adventures Of Amistis Star.

DEDICATION

 

To my Lord and God whom I love with all my heart and give my life to.

PREVIEW

 

Maine mounted the spiral stairway. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was hot, flushed with sweat. Was he really going to pull this off?

What if he got caught?

He knew they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Those little incidents weren't just by chance.

Ayngela.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. And poor Amy. Before he entered Ayngela's apartment to see if all was still on, he was told of the tragedy.

The police put it down as a burglar, but Jack knew better. Obviously that bullet had been intended for Ayngel. Jack was second on their list, he was sure. What if they got to him first and he failed the mission?

What then?

Ayngela was just a woman. Her life wasn't worth two cents to them.

Of course Ayngela was an Angel but he wasn’t aware of it. She just looked human to him. Near by stood two other Angels, of course Jack couldn’t see them. Only Ayngela.

"Be on your guard, Tektra. It doesn't feel right," Daaios told his comrad who stood by him, wings flexed. He was anxious to punch on something, yucky and scaly of nature.

He saw nothing lurking in the shadows. He knew they were there, somewhere though. He could feel their slimy presence just as a human could after coming upon a snake hole. He didn't see the snake out in the open but could sense it slithering underground near his feet.

"There isn't a demon to be seen," Tektra then said. He looked right from left, in back and before him. Nothing. But he sure felt that uneasiness he got when they were close.

"That's what I meant. It doesn't feel right so be on guard. I don't like this," Daaios replied. His sword flared white in his hand. He stood ready for the attack but was he really?

God the Father had just informed him that more reinforcements of Angels were on the way. Good, he hoped he'd see them soon.

"What for? Tell me, do we really need that much help? I don't see anything. I think we 3 can handle it," Dakota then said. He wasn’t as experienced as Daaios.

Daaios would have to overlook the angel's eagerness and attitude. Daaios wanted to really tell it to him but he knew better. Had to practice patience with the new recruits.

"When it appears all calm like this, it's time when more help is most needed," he told the Angel.

"Just because you can't see them now doesn't mean they aren't around. They are. They're lurking, hiding in the shadows ready to attack!" Tektra said grabbing onto Dakota. Made him jump.

"Hey, fly boy, over here," a hissy sounding voice then sneered. Daaios abruptly turned in the direction.

He saw now a very irritable, short and fat demon who went by the name of Reltch. Dakota then swallowed as he saw dozens of demons now, standing besides the smelly yellow, ugly form of an eye sore.

They then all charged at the Angels.

 

Jack had entered into the computer room now. Still no sign of trouble. A man snake smiled as he stood with his reinforcements all hidden behind a secret panel. They were ready for him. The stool pigeon who saw Jack sneak into the college had squealed to them about Maine. They had been here for quite a while waiting for him to arrive. All Hell was about to break loose.

Maine typed up the information on the computer screen. "This is too easy," he mumbled to himself. He just couldn't shake off that awful feeling he had gotten ever since he set foot inside this dreaded building.

Jack was ready to bring up the data he would need to open up the right frequency to destroy the disc encryption. He punched it up. All he need do now was press the start button to begin. A wall panel then opened and there stood Shore with his men all lined up behind him. "Jack, we've been expecting you."

 

 

PART ONE Ayngela

(Prelog)

 

 

In Heaven the Father had just sent His best reinforcements to help Tektra, Daaios, and Dakota. The Father knew Daaios was good at his work but for this assignment, more help was going to be needed.

"Go, and be of quick speed!" God the Father now spoke from His throne, His voice booming clear across Heaven as the Angels took off in flight. Glorious and wondrous now they were, but they were in for a tough fight.

Everything depended on their skills if Jack was to pull this off and come out alive.

"Go Son. It's time. She is ready," the Father then told Jesus who sat besides Him. He got up. It was also going to take a very special Angel for this assignment, an angel who's main purpose of creation was for this particular day.

Jesus went to find her.

 

Ayngela was dipping her hands in the pool where a stream trickled down into it straight from the Father's Throne. The pool was clear and blue as the sky. It had healing properties. Angels, the badly injured ones, came here to heal.

Here Ayngela sat. She drank of His goodness, her strength returning. She was shining, a brilliant gold-white. The water reflecting in her delight. Jesus smiled. He didn't want to send her back but He knew He must. Her work for Him wasn't over yet. Her beauty no human eye upon the Earth had seen. Only after death.

She saw Him there then, just a smiling at her. Such utter and complete love, she shone even brighter, completely taken in by Him. She stood. "Lord," she spoke. He came over and took her hands.

"Lord," she repeated. He took hold of her face and stroked her white hair. She was captivated by His blue eyes. He took a strand of her hair and moved it out of the way of her eyes. "It's time to go back," He then said. She became sad. "I know. I won't fight You on it anymore," she replied.

" You are ready," He said.

"Oh Jesus, I can't fail. You, the Father, and the Spirit are counting on me," she said to Him.

"My child, you won't fail Me," He assured.

"Lord, I still can hardly comprehend why You created me to be half Human and half Angel," she now said.

" You were created special for several reasons My Ayngel and one of those moments is now," He told her.

"Your counting on me to help Maine more than I ever realized," she then said. It was more clear now. Now that she had healed.

"I am always with you, Ayngela. You were created an Angel first and given something you hold over all other angels, a human soul. You had to be born on the Earth just like Me. I always knew you'd choose Me. Because you were made human I died for your sins too. You are and always will be My child. Go. The Father wishes to speak some last words to you before you return to the Earth," Jesus said to her.

"Lord, the other Angels on the Earth, they get, well.. they, some don't understand," she then said. Jesus lifted up her face to look at Him. He felt her pain of not quite being accepted. "In time when you'll all live together with the humans who are Mine in a perfect World, then all will be understood," He told her. She went and embraced Him then. She didn't ever want to let Him go. He felt the very same way. Tears fell.

She took off in flight. She went to see the Father. Probably was another pep talk.

Jesus dipped His hand into the crystal sparkling pool. As He swirled the water around He thought back to the past when He had walked upon the Earth for the sake of all Mankind.

To when He had first met her in His human form. She had been a special one and had touched His heart in a way that no other woman had ever or ever would again.

 

 

CHAPTER ONE Another Time, Another Place

 

Ayngela heard that a man named Jesus had extraordinary powers. He could heal the sick. Make the blind to see and open the ears of the deaf.

Ayngela had this disease. She'd had it ever since she was a child. When she was little she had these moments when she'd become temporarily crippled.

Such pains would cause her not to be able to use her hands. Even to walk, at the worst of these strange pains. She wouldn't feel very good when she got these episodes. It would only last for a couple of days.

As she got older she'd also get these awful pains in her chest. It would get so bad she'd become breathless and lightheaded. It would become very hard to breathe.

When the attacks came on she'd have to take to her bed. Her grandparents weren't very understanding. They thought she only play-acted for attention.

Her mother died in child birth and the father too heartbroken and blamed her for living while his true love died, he went back to his native country which was in Egypt.

When she was a teen her grandparents wanted to move back to her father's country. She didn't want to go. She liked living in Capernaum.

They were old and crotchety and sure weren't going to remain just on the account of her, so they packed and left her.

She was good with her hands so she was able to keep the house and make a living for herself with various jobs. It was a blessing that they were gone.

Ayngela had prayed to God so many times about the hardship her grandparents put on her. She was happier now with the peace and quiet.

"You really are a burden and a pain, Ayngela," still rang and and rang inside her head from time to time, she had been told over and over by them.

Now she was 20 and this strange sickness of hers was getting worse. Still it only lasted a couple of days. It was bad when it struck though. She was unaware that she had a disease of her immune system.

And now instead of it fighting off alien matter, her immune system fought against her very own body. Was why she had pains.

She went to a person of Doctrine about it. This person, in the future, would become a writer of one of the books in the New testament. Luke was his name.

He told her her illness lay within her system's natural defenses, to ward off foreign bodies. This is what wasn’t working right. He told her it would probably develop more serious as she got older. She might even die from it. Not very cheering news to say the least.

Maybe this Jesus could heal her.

It was getting bad, now that she was 27, so much so she was losing jobs. She couldn't pay on the tax to her house anymore. Matthew the tax collector, was courteous towards her but wanted his money on time.

 

At first when she told him she didn't have the cash, he'd seen her wonderful needlework and told her if she made quilts for him then he'd overlook the tax on her house.

He said he knew who to sell the quilt-works to, for a small fee that is, to find customers for her, he kept some change for himself, sold the quilts, and she still got enough money left over for the month's rent and extra for food, etc.

But then she got one of those sick spells and couldn't sew. He was about to evict her, then he just kind of didn't show up in Capernaum anymore.

Rumors were floating around and frankly she didn't care where he went off to, hoped he jumped off the end of the world.

 

A year ago though, a new tax collector came around, he was worse than Matthew ever was. He did evict her even after she offered free sewing for him. Now she had no home.

The money she had left, she was going to use to travel, to try to find this Jesus. It would be worth it all if he did heal her. Then she could work again.

She was so good with her hands when they weren't bothering her. She was very skillful. She thanked God for it. She knew her talent wasn't from her own accord.

Her grandparents never stood behind her talents. Said they were a waste of her time when she should be married and having children. She had heard such good things about this man Jesus. She sure hoped he was legit and could help her.

 

Was a chance to take though, with all the fake quacks out there in the world promising empty dreams. She sure hoped Jesus wasn't another one of them.

One person told her as she put a few things in a bag to leave, that this Jesus was said to be THE MESSIAH. The chosen ONE God had promised THE WORLD.

"A deliverer for our sins. Oh, I hope so," Ayngela said.

"Oh honey, better keep your mind on more practical things. Get yourself married while you still can do a days work. Get him hooked on your cooking, that is better than looks anyway. If you can find someone while your still in your child bearing years, he will take care of you if you enter into bad health again. That way you'll be taken care of. This Jesus, he's probably a phony," the older neighbor woman told her.

Deep in Ayngel's heart, she hoped with all her being Jesus was who they were saying he was. A Savior sure was what this cold world was needing. Had been for a long time.

 

Ayngela had this thing about people. Was a gift God had given her. She could read them. Tell if their heart was true. She'd know when she'd meet Jesus if he was who they said he to be.

He'd either be true or a false prophet. If he was sent by God she'd know. For she loved God with a passion. She never blamed Him for her illness. It made her appreciate the simple little day to day things that people can easily take for granted. Like a sun shinny day. Flowers in bloom. Even the beauty of making a quilt.

 

The journey was harder on her than she realized. It was bitter cold at night. She didn't have enough money to afford being put up in lodge every night. She needed that money for food.

She bought a fur wrap. Cost more money than she had planned on. She was sure the guy who sold it to her had ripped her off.

"Thank you," he fake smiled as he handed it over to her. He was thinking, stupid, desperate women will pay any cost for a little comfort.

"Well, no more sleeping indoors," Ayngela said under her breath. She didn't complain. God wouldn't want to listen to it and besides, she loved sleeping under the stars. She felt so free. The wrap that she just bought looked heavy enough to keep her warm.

 

As she lay in the place she settled for the night, a hard rock as a pillow for her head, she was wishing she had bought a cheap wrap instead so she could buy a pillow. Anything would of been softer than this. She had brought with her some sewing material with cotton for stuffing. She had nothing but time on her hands.

She decided to make herself a decent enough pillow and sew on a few things to try to sell tomorrow. Her hands and elbows were hurting her something awful, but she had to sew. She was running out of money.

She remembered what that doctor had told her about staying inside and not out in the cold, damp air very much. Could make her pains worse. Sure enough, it did.

She felt just awful. She began to have doubts about this Jesus. Oh, she hoped all this wasn't for nothing!

Ayngela ran out of cotton. She sure wanted a pillow for her head tonight. As she was walking along, she saw cotton trees. " Perfect! Oh thank You Lord," she told God happily. She started to pick away.

"Hey! Those are my cotton trees!" an old man ranted as he ran toward her, swinging his arms. He made poor Ayngela pay for the cotton she had picked. Took all the money she had left.

Ayngela had to eat roots that night and they were so bitter. She awoke in the night and threw them all up. She was so hungry. She didn't understand why God was putting her through this?

She just had to sell something tomorrow or she wasn’t going to eat.

That next day she went into this little town to try to sell some pillows she had just made. She had been sewing all morning and her hands hurt bad.

A man and a woman looked them over. "Not very good quality sewing," the woman told her husband. Had really hurt Ayngel's feelings. She had sewn the best she could with her hands and fingers just a throbbing. She felt her lips quiver. She sniffed hard keeping the tears from falling.

"Too sloppy of work I'm afraid, Miss," the man replied to her. As she walked away then, the tears came in a flood. "I am worthless! I can't do a thing now! I might as well rip my clothes and let the birds have their way with me!" she sobbed and sobbed.

She came upon a sea. The sea of Galilee. People were sitting everywhere. What was going on?

 

She needed to rest so she started to scout for a place. Sure was crowded here. She never felt comfortable in crowds of people.

She saw a spot under a shady tree. Was growing hot out and she was feeling a bit lightheaded. It was from her fever and lack of food. She bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," she apologized.

"It's alright, Miss," John, one of the Disciples replied back. She then sat, as John was bringing a basket to Jesus who was sitting on a huge boulder up on a hill.

As John passed Ayngela, she noticed the 2 loaves of bread and a fish inside his basket. Her stomach growled. It just made it worse.

She was so hungry she could hardly stand it. She wished to speak to him, to please just give her a bite of that fish and bread. Shyness took the better of her so she never disturbed him at all.

She finally got brave, hunger driving her to it, but he had moved on so fast, and in this crowd she just couldn't spot him.

He then caught her eye. He was giving the basket over to this man up on a hill. He had a wrap around his head so she didn't get a good look at his face. He was too far off. She also was just too caught up in the fact that she was about to faint. "Oh God, please help me. I have no food," she prayed with what strength she had left.

 

Jesus looked out to the crowd of people. He felt sorry for them. Some looked so hungry and about to pass out. Especially this one woman who sat under a tree to get away from the heat. She looked so dismayed.

Ayngela, all her energy was zapped. She was busy concentrating on not fainting dead away that she never noticed the miracle that had just taken place.

John and the other disciples were passing around basket after basket of bread and fish. More than enough to feed this multitude of people.

"Go and bring some to that woman," Jesus told John pointing out Ayngela who still remained to sit under the tree. He recognized her. She was the one he had run into.

"Miss?" he inquired after approaching her. She startled.

"Some food?" he asked. She just looked at him. He felt her forehead. "You look like you could use some refreshment," he said to her kindly laying a basket at her feet and then he gave her some water to drink from his goat-skin jug. She saw God living inside him as plain as day. Her heart overjoyed. Her spirit was revived.

She smiled as she thanked God over and over in her mind. She only took a piece of bread and a little fish meat as she thanked the man.

"Please, take the whole basket. We don't need it. As you can see there is more than plenty to go around," John told her. She then looked all around her. She could hardly believe it!

Where had all this food just come from?

God was in this place!

She could feel it!

The love!

She gobbled down the fish and bread with the cool water John had given her. Oh, was she ever renewed!

She was stuffed. She saw she still had plenty of food left. "Great! I'll save it for later. I can make this food last for days!" she said to herself.

She then saw a woman coming her way looking at everyone eating. She looked hungry. She had 5 children with her. They looked like they hadn't eaten for days.

"Here, I don't need this. I've already had my fill," Ayngela then told the woman handing her the basket and the jug- skin full of water.

The woman was totally astonished. "Oh. thank you, thank you! We haven't eaten for 3 days. My children are starving. Oh, thank God!" the woman said hugging Ayngela. She began to shake with sobs.

Both of them now. Ayngel's heart just went out to her and her children. The woman's heart went out to Ayngela's kindness. "God bless you and bless you," the woman cried.

"God be with you and your little ones," Ayngela then replied. She then moved on. Was just too much for her. Her energy was drained. She needed to get out of this crowd to a place nice and quiet where she could rest.

After she left and found a quiet spot at a stream, did Jesus start to talk to all the people. Ayngela was too far away and sound asleep to have heard his words. The man clear up on a hill talked on and on as she slept and slept.

When she awoke the whole place by the sea was empty of people. She was still curious why they were all gathered here?

It was near night fall. Ayngela had taken a long nap. She felt awful. Every bone in her body ached. She got up, rolled up her fur wrap and moved on. She had to find Jesus. She sure hoped she did soon.

Isn't it funny how sometimes when we're looking for Jesus He can be right there the whole time but we somehow became too distracted with other things and missed Him. Ayngela was just too hungry and tired so she missed out.

 

 

CHAPTER TWO The Unknown Disciple

 

Ayngela was glad she gave her food to that woman with all the kids but now she had wished she'd saved back just a little of it because she was without again and hungry.

She went hungry for 2 days before someone finally bought a pillow. But Ayngela could tell the woman did out of charity, not her workmanship. The woman looked at her with pity. Made Ayngela a little mad. She was doing fine. She didn't need anyone. She could take care of herself.

Darn this disease!

She was a good sewer. It was this stupid illness which made it hard to sew any good lately. She had been told she had skill. She wasn't going to listen to what any people had to say about it.

The woman hadn't given her much for that pillow either but Ayngel had to take what she got and be thankful for it even when she felt it easier to grumble than to praise.

She only had enough money now to buy some flour to make biscuits out of. Sure didn't satisfy like that fish had.

She noticed she was near a river. She would try to catch some fish out of it. She waded in and slipped on some rocks and fell landing on her bottom, on a rock which was hard to say the least.

She was hungry, tired, and flat out mad she didn't catch a thing!

A man was standing laughing. "So, we meet again," he said to her. She saw that he was the same man who had given her the food basket at the sea. Her heart became happy. Maybe God had sent him with more food. She got up. He waded in and gave her a helping hand. "I'm John," he told her.

"Ayngela," she replied as she took it.

"You'd better get yourself out of those wet clothes before you catch your death," he suggested. She smiled but gave a shiver.

"It's going to be a cold one tonight. Better get on home," he said more. He saw then she was frowning at him. She looked to her feet. "This is the only clothing I have," she told him then.

"You a wanderer I take it?" John asked. She shook her head for yes.

"Then come with me," he invited, reaching out his hand after he scooped up some water for his camp. It was a little ways down the road.

As they walked Ayngela then saw a clearing on the right side off from the road. She saw a group of men all seated around a fire. She shivered. She was so cold.

John gestured for Mark who was the nearest. He saw that the woman who came with John was wet so he brought over some extra clothing that the disciples had on hand. John then gave them for her to change in. She went behind a bush. She could hear them just a giggling away now too.

"Where did you find this one? Really John, your a magnet for bringing the stays home, I swear," Mark laughed. Kind of hurt Ayngela's feelings.

"Hey, you know the Master, he's famous on inviting all the vagabonds and wanderers before the wealthy, well clothed, and well fed," John said back. Mark had to agree. Jesus was the King of the homeless.

 

Ayngela felt much warmer but she had no intentions of sitting around a fire full of giggling, macho acting men. Wasn't her idea of a pleasant evening. She'd rather be alone with her pathetic self.

She planned to excuse herself as soon as possible. After they'd offer her some food. She needed to get stronger before just taking off. John saw her peeking from the side of the bush uncertain. "Ah, come, have some refreshment to warm your bones," he then said. Ayngela was hesitant.

"What's your name again?" he then asked.

"Ayngela Sha-Hastings," she replied.

"Well, Miss Ayngela Sha-Hastings, come and hasten over here," John began then burst out in giggles.

"Oh John really," spoke Matthew. He could be so corny. Ayngel gave a sort of huff. Boy, if it weren't the fact that she was still freezing and so confounded hungry!

She'd just turn and walk away from these fools.

She disliked men. Had never known one who treated her half way decent, well except for this John fellow that is. He was alright. She tried to smile at him as she came closer.

John held out his hand to her in friendship. She noticed all eyes were upon her. Matthew felt like he had seen her before but where?

Ayngela's eyes then locked with the eyes of one particular man seated in the middle of them. He had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Something about them too.

"You must met the rest, and the Master," John was saying to her now. Her eyes were still in lock with that one. He had a stern, serious face.

John got busy and started introducing everyone but Ayngel was just too transfixed with this one peculiar man who kept staring at her. Made her feel a bit uneasy. He wore a frock type cloth over his clothes and a wrap around his head.

"And this is Master Jesus," John introduced. She didn't remember the other names he introduced but this one man she heard with crystal clarity. Jesus! Jesus!

Was this the JESUS she had been looking for?!

No. Was probably another one. The name Jesus was quite popular now. She'd heard many men named Jesus.

"Are you him? The Jesus?" Ayngela then asked the man boldly. She just had to know.

"Come, sit. Warm yourself besides the fire," this man called Jesus then spoke to her. His voice. It was soothing like a stream's flowing. She felt a tingling in her legs real strong. She sat because if she had not they would of buckled from under her.

Jesus was pouring her some hot root broth in a wooded cup for her to drink. He then handed it to her.

"He is," spoke John then, referring to her question. She felt her heart skip. She felt short of breath. Her hands were shaking. Some hot broth spilled over it. It just occurred to her that he was the same one she saw up on that hill at the sea side. The One!

She had left for a quieter spot and went to sleep, missing him!

Oh, she could just kick herself!

Shame on her!

Shame, shame, shame!

She felt like a nitwit. Must look the type before him. Her hair was all ratty. Had sticks and mud in it. She noticed Jesus had his eyes transfixed upon her again. How could he just stare like that!

She was real uncomfortable. The log she was sitting on seemed hard like a rock. Her bottom was aching. She shifted. Twiddled her thumbs, shifted some more.

"Where are you from?" Jesus then asked her.

"Cao, um Capernaum," she spoke. She took a sip of the broth. She was still trembling. Was the best broth she'd ever had. The fire sure felt good. So nice and warm. She began to feel this peace then. It peeled away her anxiety.

Maybe these men weren't so bad after all. She looked over at John who smiled warmly back to her. He had been so kind.

She felt her uneasiness melting until only serenity was left. Of course all evilness had just fled away from the Son of God. They could not stand to be in His presence. Back to the shadows and their own restlessness was their only comfort.

Ayngela had a sense then that she didn't ever want to leave. She felt more at home here then she had even in her own house, after her grandparents had left her.

She began to study Jesus then. He had a very kind face but it also had a Holiness. He was well built but thin. Not too awfully stocky like some of these other men. He had long dark hair which curled on the ends. A nice trimmed beard and mustache, but those eyes!

As she looked at him, his eyes then met hers again. She felt foolish then, realizing she had been staring too.

"So, what were you doing in the river?" Jesus then asked her matter of fact. He took her totally by surprise.

"Um. Fishing," she replied.

"More like tripping, and falling in if you ask me," John spoke. Jesus gave out a little burst of laughter then. Struck her as funny too.

Everyone else now was giggling and carrying on but it was all done in good humor. She laughed a little bit more then. She saw Jesus had the most wonderful smile she had ever seen.

He looked at her. Everything was much more serene and comfortable for her now. "Catch anything?" he asked her as he then checked on the fish he had cooking over the fire. He took a bite. It was done.

"No," Ayngela said.

"Maybe we ought to go see if there are any dead fish floating around from where she had fallen. Maybe she squashed a few with her hard landing," John was saying and laughed.

Jesus outburst again, then he said, "alright, enough teasing on this poor woman. I'm sure she's had quite enough," he made clear. He then cut up some of the fish and gave her first portions.

John noticed Jesus had given Ayngela more than he'd given the rest of them. It was okay though. He knew by the looks of her that she was underfed.

It had touched her so much. Jesus' kindness toward her. He had been more than fair to her. Oh, was she ever hungry!

She wanted to just tare into it but that was ill manners around company. So she took tiny little, dainty bites.

John took his share and just stuffed it in his mouth. She heard grunting noises coming from various few as they chomped and swallowed on their fish.

John had spit trickling down his chin. Jesus was eating normally, not putting too much in his mouth but also not too little like Ayngela was.

He then looked at John. Then at the rest of his men. "You all mind your manners. No way to act in front of a lady," he told them.

Simon Peter looked up at him now. He looked at everyone, then at Ayngela. Oh, good grief!

He didn't think he should have to act any different just because a woman was here.

"John," Jesus said in a scolding tone. He still hadn't wiped his chin off. It really was kind of grousing out Ayngela.

"Oh, sorry," John said then wiped it with his sleeve. Well, it was better than nothing. John smiled then big at Jesus, his mouth all full of fish. He was too close to Ayngela. She got a good view.

John stopped smiling when he noticed that Jesus wasn't smiling back. Jesus then turned to Ayngela. "You must excuse these men. As you can see they haven't any wisdom on how to act around women," he apologized for them.

Peter looked up. Kind of made him mad what Jesus had said. He certainly did too know how to act. Puffed up women!

Every one of them acted like they should be treated with royalty. They were a royal pain in the behind as far as he was concerned.

Jesus talked more on Ayngela's past. Asked of her relatives, if she had any after she told him about her parents and onto her grandparents. Sure wasn't a topic she wished discussed.

She felt he was so easy to talk to though. "I have no one. It's okay. I like being free on my own. My grandparents never believed in anything I did," Ayngela went on to tell him. He looked at her, then tore off more bread to eat.

Simon grunted. 'Pathetic,' he thought. Ayngela looked over at him. He wasn't going to fall for that sob story. Ayngela didn't know how to bring up the real reason why she was here.

"If you lived in a house in Capernaum, then why travel without any clothes and food?" John asked. Well, she had to tell the truth now.

"I haven't any money. I lost my house to taxes," she said. Matthew now looked up. He remembered her then. "I knew I'd known you from somewhere! I used to collect taxes on your house. You made me a quilt," he said.

"Small world," John spoke.

"You move away? The tax baron is even more ruthless than you were. At least you were fair," Ayngela then asked.

"Fair? Huh," grunted Peter.

"You have something to say to me, Simon?" Matthew, asked harshly. Jesus felt a fight coming on.

"No, I don't," Simon Peter replied.

"That was a part of my old life and I'd thank you not to drudge up the past," Matthew told Peter annoyed.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault," Ayngela said feeling awful. Jesus sat on the tree stump observing. He looked from disciple to disciple.

"People can change. I did!" Matthew said.

"I didn't say you haven't!" shot back Simon. All this was really just because SHE was here. He wished she'd go on her way.

"So, why were you on the road?" John then asked Ayngela trying to change the subject.

"I have this illness. Because of it I can't hardly work anymore," Ayngela said, then looked at Jesus to see how he'd react.

"What work did you do?" Mark then asked.

"Sewing.. mainly," she replied.

"Oh, she's good too. Made me a beautiful quilt. I wore it so much on those cold nights I wore it out," Matthew now said. Made Ayngela feel good.

"Huh," grunted Peter. All they needed was another moocher for the Master to feel sorry for. He was a sucker for a bleeding heart. Was his one weakness.

"Another one wanting Jesus to heal and make their sorry life livable," Peter mumbled then. John turned and just looked at him.

"What kind of sickness do you have?" Jesus then asked her. She got up and went over to him. She sat at his feet. "Lord, I have had an illness of my immunities.. ever since I was a little girl. Please, would you heal me?" she asked him.

He looked right into her eyes. Ayngela saw God there. He reached out and put his hand upon her shoulder. God the Father then spoke to him.

"I cannot. You must live with this affliction," he then told her. Was completely the opposite of what she expected. Her lip began to quiver. Simon was a bit surprised. Usually Jesus would reply... "Your faith has healed you. Go in peace." Not... "I cannot.."

Maybe this woman had no faith in God at all so Jesus was refusing her.

"Why?" Ayngela asked with a small voice as the tears came. She didn't hold them back. She had given all to come this far.

"He can only cure the faithful of heart," Simon Peter then told her low.

"Quiet! Tell Me Peter, what do you know about this woman's faith? Are you God?" Jesus nearly barked at him then. Kind of startled Peter to say the least. "No, I'm not God," he then responded.

"Do not speak on what you do not know. You cannot go to a mountain and say, 'get out of the way,' if you do not know the path that leads to where it dwells. Be wise, not foolish minded Simon," Jesus told him. Boy, it sure made him feel the part. Humiliated in front of all the men.

Jesus looked at Ayngela. She was sobbing. He patted her softly on her back then to comfort her. "Shh. Do not cry, daughter. God has another road you must walk. My Father's love is no less for you because it isn't to be that you are healed. God has another Will for your life. You may have to bear more than others," Jesus said.

She got to her feet. Jesus looked up at her. "It is not your time to be healed. Someday you will be well," he told her.

Ayngela had spent all her money. She didn't have any left. She had nowhere else to go. She felt a hopelessness in her heart. God didn't want her well.

What was she to do?

Was bad enough that this world didn't want her, and now God too. She was just going to go off somewhere and die.

She walked away. John looked at her. Then at his Master. Jesus got up. He knew her mind. "Where are you going?" he asked her.

"I gave all my money. I haven't anywhere. I have given all to find you," she replied, still wiping aside tears.

"You have found Me," Jesus told her but at that time she didn't comprehend what he had meant.

" Well, a lot of good it did me if you keep refusing to heal me. My hands are useless with this disease. It's only going to get worse, so what have I got to live for now?" Ayngela told him.

"Can you rinse out pots and pans? Wooded cups and dishes? Can you fill a jug up with water at the river?" Jesus asked her then. She just gave him a scornful stare. "Yes," she spoke. Kind of snapped.

"Than you have worth. Go, clean these," Jesus said and shoved some wooden dishes into her arms. She was absolutely flabbergasted with him. "I am not your servant girl!" she flared at him, tossing all the dishes and cups to the ground.

Jesus looked at them, then at her. All the disciples were dead quiet. Jesus continued to look at her with those soft, blue eyes. "You say you cannot sew because of your disease, but that you can clean out pots and draw water from the river. So therefore, you have worth, so go and clean these off, fetching us some water, and stay with us," Jesus told her.

Got all the disciples just a talking among themselves. Never had he asked a woman to be a part of them before. Ayngela felt a joy leap into her soul like she had never experienced before.

She smiled. "Yes, my Lord," she then told Jesus going and picking up the various pots, wooded bowls and cups, and wooded spoons.

She gathered them all up in her arms. Jesus hooked

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Katryn Ali
Bildmaterialien: Katryn Ali
Cover: Katryn Ali
Lektorat: Katrn Ali
Korrektorat: Kan Ali
Übersetzung: Katrn Ali
Satz: Katryn Ali
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 30.12.2022
ISBN: 978-3-7554-2878-7

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This is the first book in, THE TRINITY SERIES.