Ticks from the clock on the wall echoed in the room.
Darkness had swept in long before the night began. But now it mingled with the moon.
She really should have picked a smaller couch. Curled into a ball in the corner of her sectional. The roominess, the bare space.
Loneliness invited itself.
It mocked her.
Tear stained face.
Phone dead. Tv unplugged. Not one light beckoned to be turned on.
The door began rattling across the room.
Pressing her hands against her ears, she tried to scream. But her voice made no sound.
A terror. A nightmare. Black smoke began to roll in through the door.
“You can’t hide from me,” it beckoned.
“You invited me. You craved me. The contract has been signed.”
Closing her eyes, she still felt the pain. She saw it form in her mind.
Hearing the laughter, she began to tremble.
“Please…” she whispered as the last tear fell.
Her cry was not to the darkness. Not to the anger that robbed her of joy. Not to the bitterness that delighted in reminding her of how others had let her down. Not to the envy of desiring the life others had. Not to the jealousy that reminded her of talents she did not have.
This cry was genuine.
Untouched by tainted feelings and wishes.
Produced from the lasting thought beating against the coffin it was placed in. “What if there is more than what you see right now? What if you could be freed?”
“Please, help me,” she pleaded against the shiny teeth of doubt, sin, trial, and burden.
…There was no knock.
The door busted into pieces as light filled the room.
The floor shook from the intense warmth radiating from this Being of supernatural power. He sat down beside her. Placed His hand on her head.
“Get behind Me, Satan.”
The deception and lies from the spirits of anger, bitterness, envy, jealousy, and Satan himself manifested into the shapes, the truth of what they were. Forms always lurking around, and ready to attack.
But she did not hear their screaming as they ran and fled.
The moment His hand touched her head, as intense heat flooded throughout her body unlocking the coffin lids of love, joy, hope, faith, the will to continue, and the desire for Him blossomed through the hardened soil in her heart.
She felt the emptiness replaced by wholeness. The hollow feeling in her chest vanished. Like scales falling off of her eyes. She lived in the moment with a full awareness and clarity she had never felt before. The haze and heaviness once part of her disappeared.
His love for her overwhelmed her shame before it could appear.
“Why do you fight Me every day?” His words were that of a pained Father. Words strengthened with a tone of protection He wanted to give her.
Unable to speak, her soul answered, “I’m afraid.”
“You’re afraid of fear itself. You’re afraid and you worry. Your doubt and pain overcome you. Instead of clinging to Me, you cling to pain instead and try to somehow feel justified by it. You try to live through the pain. But child pain never creates life. Pain tries to stop life.”
Wrapping her arms around Him, as she pressed her face against His chest, like a child, she began to cry once more. But these tears overflowed from the brokenness being released by the truth in His words.
The empty room did not feel empty. Her phone was still dead. The tv unplugged. It was her. She was what changed. It was Him. He changed everything.
Sitting on the couch, she repeated every action, thought, and wrong she and others had done to her. The more she spoke, the more He revealed.
“I do not define you by pain. You mean so much more to Me than the burdens that have tried to define you. You are more valuable to Me, and that is what matters. Against what anyone else says or does against you. You are Mine.”
“Don’t you understand, that’s why I give you forgiveness. That’s why I give you love. So the chains that others try to give you immediately fall off. My child, why do you always do things the hard way, and then complain about it not being easy?”
And then the light of dawn came…
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