Friday, September 20, 2013

5 minutes: she-

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She wrapped her arms around herself, in spite of the heat in the house without air conditioning, and rocked back and forth, tears spilling down her face.

She cried in the darkness, alone and afraid, not knowing how she would get the power or water turned back on, not wanting to go on, not wanting to live.

She reached a hand over her head and cried one last time before despair and depression carried her off to sleep ... "God, help me!"

She woke in the morning, hot and sweaty, tears still damp on the pillow, and dressed, knowing that the woman coming to take her cherished pug away would arrive that day.

She held him close as he snuffled her tears.  She had made her mind up during the night and knew that this would be a forever goodbye, not just a temporary solution to a temporary problem.  She cried into his fur as he panted from the heat, not wanting to give him up, not wanting to face her choice.  She whispered into his ear ... "God, help me!"

She heard the knock at the door and knew it was time.  She turned over the leash to the woman and explained about the power and water being off, and wanting her precious fur child to have a better life.  She closed the door and sat on the floor and cried after the woman left.  She cried and sobbed ... "God, help me!"

She sat for what seemed like hours and oceans of tears, and eventually she heard the knocking on the door again.  She opened it, looking terrifyingly like Medusa, and saw the woman who had taken her pug standing there with a hand extended.  She took it and listened as the woman shared news about how God had heard her cries, and a church was willing to pay to have the power and water turned on again.
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She wrapped her arms around herself a year later, in spite of the heat in the house without air conditioning, and rocked back and forth, tears spilling down her face.

She cried in the darkness of the night, no longer alone and afraid, no longer without power or water, but this time with gratitude, wanting to go on, wanting to live.

She reached a hand over her head and cried one last time before exhaustion from the work day carried her off to sleep ... "Thank you, God, for hearing my cry!"

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4 comments:

  1. God Bless you...deeply personal. deeply emotional. great words. I like how you began each paragraph the "she" and how you ended where you began, expect for the huge change God had worked in your life and into your heart....

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  2. Tears here. No words, just gratitude that you found a way out of the darkness.

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