Rescue and Adoption

In the heart of the fairy mound, there were two identical cradles, each with an identical infant inside.

“One of these babies is the one you bore,” said a fairy. “The other is the changeling we left. You may leave our hall with whichever child you claim as your own. Choose wisely.”

“But they are both my children,” the human mother protested indignantly.

The fairies whispered amongst themselves in surprise and confusion. At last, one asked, “How do you mean?”

“I came to get back the child you stole from me, the one who is mine by blood. I never agreed to give my adopted child back to you.”

Perhaps her words touched the fairies’ hearts; or perhaps her stubbornness impressed them; or perhaps they simply found the argument amusing, novel enough to merit a reward.

She left the fairy mound, an infant in each arm, and brought them home.

Some of you may disagree, but...

As a Christian witch, I am loved by God.
As a Christian witch, I am validated.
As a Christian witch, I am accepted.
As a Christian witch, I am valued.
As a Christian witch, I am a bridge.
As a Christian witch, I am myself.

We are the ones who bring magic and love together. Bridges need to be built. The hate needs to end. We deserve to be loved and accepted regardless of our chosen path.