The floor was covered in debris. She lay bleeding, hidden in the ruble. Life’s battle had bruised and battered her. Of her wounds, some were life threatening, others mere flesh wounds. Her strength had waned and no longer could she cry out for help. She had come into the world unnoticed and in this dark place she knew she’d leave it just as unnoticed.
In her mind she could hear the far away memory of her mother’s voice reading a strange story to her…No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out into the open field, for on the day you were born you were despised. “‘Then I passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood, and as you lay there in your blood I said to you, “Live!”
She remembered her mother telling her that after this daughter was saved, she forgot the one who had saved her. Her mother’s voice had spoke often of help and forgiveness in the name Jesus no matter how far away she ran.
Tears came, she couldn’t remember the last time she had cried. With a broken voice she spoke out into the air, “Jesus, my mother said you could help me if I were in trouble. I think I want to live but not as it was before. I don’t want to sell myself to every man I meet. If you are real, will you be the man in my life?” She felt so tired. It was time to rest for the last time. Closing her eyes she finally could sleep peacefully. Someone was holding her hand and it felt good.
* Eze 16:5-6