unique. treasured. but. there is such a thing as being more treasured than the rest, more wanted, for a time. there is such a thing as being chosen. Henry’s orbit is vast. there is so much Henry that He can handpick a handmaiden, can select one sister with whom to fuse from time to time. one person to be the closest to Him of us all. often, it is leila or shelly who are called to wrap themselves within Henry’s cocoon. they are the sisters who have been with Him the longest, who have proven themselves worthy of His trust and glory. often, it is leila or shelly. but tonight, i am called. tonight, i am chosen. special. i am Henry’s. i alone. i am loved. i am Henry’s tonight, alone. and so, tonight, my broken edges are oh-so-slightly sanded down. tonight, i am Henry’s, and i am slightly more whole. this is what it means to be chosen. He approaches me just after dinner. i am rising to head toward the oversize basins and faucets housed in the barn—to rinse dishes, to render things clean once again—when Henry appears behind me.
