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{21} The Adviser

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

The Adviser: Day 21 of 31 Days
For Day 1, click on the image above

He was going away.  Jewel’s beloved prince, who had rescued her from the Enchanter’s land and brought her into his own kingdom, was going away.  She did not know when or for how long, but he was leaving, and she would be alone.

Jewel felt sick with tears.  All she could think to do was cling to him and beg him not to go.

“Why are you clinging to me?” he asked, and he would not let her hold him back.  “Trust me.”

Jewel wished she could wiggle out of her doubt and slip back to a very brief time in her childhood when she had not yet learned that trust was too precious to give away.

“You’re afraid,” the prince said, looking at her with kind eyes.  “Do not be afraid.” 

“No one who’s left me has ever come back,” Jewel countered, as if all the hurt in her past could justify the fear and doubt she felt toward him now.

“I know.”  He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered into her hair.  “I’m sorry.”

Tears flowed down Jewel’s face.

“I know your fears, and I’m asking you to trust me in spite of them.  Because you must know this about me: if I did not abandon you when you were outside my gates, I will not abandon you on the inside.”

“But you’re leaving.”

“Yes, but I am not leaving you alone.”

Just then, the door to the vault swung open, and a shadowy figure stepped into the opening.  “I thought you might need a helper, so my father sent the very best one he could think of.”

The man stepped forward, a shock of flaming red hair grabbing the light.  He was not very tall or very broad, but he looked powerful nonetheless.  In one hand, he held a scroll, in the other, a sword.

It was terrifying.

Jewel looked at the prince for an explanation because so far, this was worse than being left alone.

“My people call him the Adviser, although that hardly describes how important he is to me.  He is like my right arm.”

The adviser bowed slightly.

“My kingdom could not run without him!  There is not a stone he has not set in place, or a single person he has not helped to train in the ways of our father, the king.”

The adviser stepped forward and held out the scroll.

“In fact, he has brought you our ancient writings.  Everything you need to know about how to honor the king and live like me—it’s all here.  You don’t ever have to worry or wonder.  All you have to do is read it.” 

Jewel had tried to read the scrolls herself, but with every page, she felt like she had to unlearn everything she had ever known.  “It’s overwhelming,” Jewel admitted.  “I feel like I don’t know anything, and now you’re leaving and I’m supposed to just be you when I’m not even very good at being me.”

“You do not have to worry about being you, Jewel.  Just stay close to me, and you’ll begin to understand who you truly are.”   It was the adviser’s voice in her ears.  As he spoke, his eyes warmed with kindness, as if he could already see her adorned with all the riches in the prince’s kingdom.

With astonishment, she realized he loved her. 

“Why do you love me?” she blurted out, then clapped her hand over her mouth because she hadn’t meant to say it.  But how else could she respond when this man seemed to know and cherish her when they’d only just met?

“I love you because you are his.”

The answer was simple but profound.  The words sucked the breath right out of Jewel’s lungs.  Once again, she realized it was the prince who made her lovely.  It was the prince who made her loved.  And it was because of him that this adviser had come to her side.  Not because the adviser first loved her, but because of the perfect, reciprocal love he and the prince had for one another.

“You are his prized possession, Jewel,” the adviser was saying.  “You are his bride.  Do not fear.  I will use all the resources at my disposal to protect and defend you.  There is nothing I have not already overcome.”  

The Adviser

The Adviser

Jewel noted the sword at his side and was comforted.

She was also thankful she was no longer his enemy.  She knew that if she had met him just a short time before, she would not have been able to stand in his presence.  Surely, she had been full of the very things he was protecting the kingdom from.

As it was, Jewel felt a dividing was about to take place in her life.  There was no doubt in her mind that this adviser—this Advocate–would not hesitate to cut away the things that had no place on this side of the wall.

The sharp edge glinted in the light.  She couldn’t help but wonder how much of her would be left when he was through.

*Join us tomorrow for Day 22!

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{20} James 2:5

James 2:5

James 2:5

Before I had ever met my husband, he was enlisted in the Air Force.  His duties took him all over Europe, including Italy.  While he was there, he visited Vatican City, where he purchased this cross made of olive wood.

I used it in this picture alongside the words of James, the brother of Jesus, because the gospel is so simple, most people miss it.  Thousands flood to Vatican City every day, hoping to inch closer to Christ by some action on their part, when all along, Jesus did it all.  He did not just choose us, He redeemed us, and He rewards our simple, incomplete love with an inheritance among the saints.

And we didn’t do a single thing to deserve it.

That is the gospel.  Simple.  Profound.  Altogether incomprehensible. 

As we continue with the story, From Enemy to Heir, I hope you will remember that it is a story about The Story, The Story James encapsulates in a single verse.  It is the story of the ravenous love of God toward an undeserving bride.

You are that bride. 

Take some time today to be awed by The Story only our Savior could write.

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Day 20 of 31 days.  Join us tomorrow for Day 21!

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{19} Manna on the Ground

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

Manna on the Ground: Day 19 of 31 Days. 

To begin at Day 1, click on the photo above.

I have never written so much in so little time, and published it immediately for public consumption.  This 31 Days experiment is something completely new to me.  Every day, I feel vulnerable and raw because I have to get up and put words down on paper and hope that they’re right because I don’t have much time to fix it before I send them out for all the world to read.

Of course, not all the world is reading, but that doesn’t matter because the most important people in the world to me are, and that’s the thing that leaves me feeling a little sick when the page is blank and the clock is ticking right through the early morning.

Because I forget sometimes that these words are not mine.  I forget how God has never failed to provide the words for what He has called me to write.  Still, I wake up, frantically searching to see if there will be manna on the ground today.

I wonder if God gets tired of proving Himself to me over things I should never doubt at all.  Because I sure get tired of doubting.   How many days does the manna have to fall before I trust Him?

By His grace, I have spent the last nineteen days dwelling on His lavish love of me, a love that covers a multitude of sins—including my faltering faith.  It is a love that is infinitely patient and altogether incomprehensible because it goes beyond pity to full and complete acceptance.  It is not just a love that saves us from death; it is a love that grants us richness of life.

Those words have rattled around in my soul for days and days before they spilled out onto the page, and I am grateful because I am slow to learn, and I easily forget.  He did not save me just so I would not die.  He saved me that I might live richly.

Why, then, am I willing to settle for the bare minimum when God longs for me to embrace the full inheritance He has laid out for me?  Perhaps, like Jewel, I am afraid.  Perhaps I feel unworthy.  Or perhaps, I have been in the kingdom so long, I have forgotten the details of my rescue and I actually think I can do it on my own.

That is not rich living.  That is bare survival.

Do you know, dear friends, how much your prince longs for you to have more than that?

Manna on the ground

Manna on the ground

As we continue with the story of Jewel and her all-gracious prince, I want you to reflect on just one question: Am I living richly in Christ?  Am I embracing the inheritance He has given me?

If you’re like me, the answer probably changes day by day, or even moment by moment.  My challenge to you, and to myself, is to ask why.  Why am I willing to settle for the minimum when God longs to give me everything?  Why do I clench my fists instead of grasping hold of His riches?  

Then, in those moments when you or I am about to walk out of His treasury with our hands empty, let’s remember the verse that started it all.  “His divine power has granted to us everything we need for life and godliness, through the true knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and excellence.”

We do not have to go through life on empty.  We do not have to wonder if the manna will fall on the ground today.  We are the bride of Christ!

He has withheld nothing from us.

Please continue to follow along with the story, From Enemy to Heir.  You will see just how rich He longs for us to be.

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