As I clawed my way out from underneath the shadows of my past I felt a piece of my soul missing. I "crossed the finish line, so to speak. Shouldn't I feel victorious? Instead, I felt depressed and painstakingly lonely. The cancer of the past was finally cut out, but now I was left with a inflamed and aching hole. A hole that would soon puss up and consume itself. As the winds of life blew through my soul, it would smash into my sides, and my soul would cry out in pain. My only refuge was the idea of a boyfriend. Someone to hold me at night. I needed a set of loving arms to engulf me as the pain melted away. Not only did I long for it, I felt as if I needed it. The desire grew to great and drove my to a place of nomadic ways. I found myself searching, and each time I caught a glimpse of the light the bitter wind knocked me down.
I gave my heart to these supposed knights. Each time I was rejected and walls fortified around me. I became closed off to life and numb to the world. I felt as if I couldn't breath unless he was by my side. As the summer days dragged on my harden heart still yearned. As the sun warmed my skin I feel into my final trap. I was venerably exposed to the one I thought would take away my pain. In the matter of five hours I had given my restless heart away. As the night crept forward I could feel my insides slowly dying. Once again the dagger was driven through my heart.
I ran away as fast as my little feet could take me. I collapsed on a bench and wept uncontrollably. I realized in that moment: I would never fall into a guy's arms until I fell into Jesus's loving arms. "How could He do this to me?" "How could I ever love someone who turned their back on me?" I sat there and thought of my previous relationship with Jesus. I tried so hard. I was a good little girl who rose with the sun and read my Bible. I went to church, and I went to Bible study. I sat and listening for Your voice, but all I could hear was the harsh wind impale my door. Never again would I be tricked by You.
I woke up the next morning in physical pain; however, this pain was no where near the pain I felt inside. I felt my heart had officially died. I sat in silence and came to a devastating realization: I never truly accepted Jesus into my heart. I went through the steps, but I didn't truly give myself away. Because of the abuse I suffered, I wasn't prepared to give up any control I had. I needed to be control. I couldn't be submissive to Jesus. I felt like this was the end for me. I would never experience happiness.
I reached out to him. We sat on a park bench. I was looking into the face of a young man who was glowing with Jesus's love. He smiled with radiance and cared without end. In that summer hour I finally gave my life to Jesus. As he was praying I felt Jesus pull at my heart. Sin filled my every pore, and tears began to fall from me. I had hurt God so badly. Every night after the abuse I would lie in bed crying. God sat by my bedside and stroke my hair. He cried for the suffering I was experiencing. The evils of this world stole my innocence and broke my heart. I was His little girl, but then I turned my back on Him. I used His name in vain and sliced His masterpiece. I starved, hated, and cut the beautiful girl He created. I cried out in pain and repentance.
So now I sit in true awe. Jesus brought this guy into my life to break my heart, but he knew this guy was His follower. He spoke through him and he lead me to accepting Jesus.