The Me, She Never Met
The hours continued to battle the scorching heat. The heat literally sucked the air from her lungs, as the daylight maintained an incredibly slow progress. It was as though her promise of defeat had finally arrived. As she sat mentally at loss of why she continued to endure daily abuse, as well as why; the heat never offered a warm breeze. There has never been an excuse so pitiful as giving up one's precious self-esteem. Yet here she sat; motionless, clueless and hopeless.
Suddenly, without warning, a prayer escaped her broken soul and hissed through her parched lips. The intoxicating motivation to stand up and walk, not back to her place of uninviting refuge but her life. A life, if only she could touch the hem of grace, she would never turn away from. If only she could hear a whisper of the sweet Holy Spirit of restoration she would crawl, limp, roll and fall at the feet of a loving source who was always there waiting with open arms. But, the lifestyle of abuse and addiction would literally chain her spirit and harness her knowledge of deliverance and sobriety as though they never met. As though they were distant strangers never passing in the night exchanging glances, even.
I guess this particular encounter resonated louder than prior to due to her age. Her first bout with failure was death-defying. Yet at the time she was certified innocent and an impressionable teenager of the almost demise. Either by the hands, feet or bullets of her abductors or her suicide by drowning, her fate was sealed. So it seemed. However, a rescuer on a bicycle became her second hero! Her first has always been Christ Jesus.
The seemingly endless nights of accusations and relentless inappropriate rants was apparently that of a deranged adult, to a child. A child not even close to puberty. Nope, puberty was nowhere on the horizon, yet here she lay confused and utterly baffled as to why her nights and mornings were a fanatical blur. She was too young and bed wetting became her closest friend. While the dark hallway of shadows and tiny bladder became her fiercest nemesis!
There are so many visions of horror lying in wait. But for now, they must wait their turn. I need to breathe.
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