She wakes to the sound of birds outside her window, the dawn just beginning to peak through her window. She stretches and lays aside the threadbare cloth that is her only blanket and rises from her mat on the floor. Then she tenses, he is there. The abuses she bore the night before flood her mind and she reels back from any chance that he would touch her, make contact with her, know that she exists.
“Cinderella. CINDERELLA!” The cry comes from the rooms above her and he stirs.
Quickly she slips on her sandals and flies from the room.
“Coming mother!” She calls, attempting to be quiet, yet loud enough for the person calling to hear her. she flinches as she hears movement behind her and rushes up the stairs.
“I’ll pay for one more hour.” She hears him say and everything inside her wilts, crushed beneath a weight that forces her to her knees.
“Take care of him, Cinderella. Get his money first. Take care of him and then start cleaning.”
In writing about worship, about God’s presence in our lives and our great need of Him. Can we remember that others need Him too? Can we see past our plight of failures, of un-fulfilled dreams, of sorrows and fears and see that we are not alone?
As I consider the coming new year, I want my worship, my life to not just make me feel good for a moment. My worship is to go beyond me, to affect lives, give hope and promise to not just a few but to many. Many need it, need it so much.
And the story I shared, this is a reality, made cleaner because the true reality is unprintable, for millions for people around the world.
A challenge, a call to arms.
http://secretangelps911.wordpress.com/
http://danabrux.com/2013/12/09/mission-trips-gone-bad-what-were-doing-wrong-and-how-to-get-it-right/
The Healing Worshipper 
There’s always more than one person taking part in this most unpleasant play we find ourselves in called life. The heart left broken, shattered beyond recognition, and the one who’s heart was broken before, during and after. It always takes two in this merrygoround game of cat and mouse; where neither have more fun than the other. Its with an abstract view, I lack the ability to see more than just me. Whether feeling too small on the inside or looking too small on the outside, my heart is gripped like a vice, not allowing me to not allow you, any longer to do what you do.
The resounding beat of drums from deep within my chest, finally calms down and I have a chance to rest. By grace I find, I’m still alive to check out the scars left behind. Noticing its the one’s I can’t see that will get the best of me, is when I know I have to decide what do to help you, help you.
The answer lies within, not necessarily easy to do, but do it we must… with love.
Editing once again after i sent it off, realized this version with the slightly different ending is the one I’d like to use. * heart*
There’s always more than one person taking part in this most unpleasant play we find ourselves in called life. The heart left broken, shattered beyond recognition, and the one who’s heart was broken before, during and after. It always takes two in this merrygoround game of cat and mouse; where neither have more fun than the other. Its with an abstract view, I lack the ability to see more than just me. Whether feeling too small on the inside or looking too small on the outside, my heart is gripped like a vice, not allowing me to not allow you, any longer to do what you do.
The resounding beat of drums from deep within my chest, finally calms down and I have a chance to rest. By grace I find, I’m still alive to check out the scars left behind. Noticing its the one’s I can’t see that will get the best of me, is when I know I have to decide what do to help you, help you.
An answer awaits me, in me. Not necessarily easy to do, but do it I must… with love.
Okay, last edit and reprint… thank you for being patient. It has to feel finished, like He’s finished… with me. * smiles*
There’s always more than one person taking part in this most unpleasant play we find ourselves in called life. The heart left broken, shattered beyond recognition, and the one who’s heart was broken before, during and after. It always takes two in this merrygoround game of cat and mouse; where neither have more fun than the other. Its with an abstract view, I lack the ability to see more than just me. Whether feeling too small on the inside or looking too small on the outside, my heart is gripped like a vice, not allowing me to not allow you, any longer to do what you do.
The resounding beat of drums from deep within my chest, finally calms down and I have a chance to rest. By grace I find, I’m still alive to check out the scars left behind. Noticing its the one’s I can’t see that will get the best of me, is when I know I have to decide what do to help you, help you.
An answer awaits me, in me. Not necessarily easy to do, but whatever I do I must do… with love.
Child abuse–so close to my heart for different reasons. Some things this year have brought back painful reminders of long ago abuse. I pray for the children and long to reach out to them and offer them the healing that can ONLY come from Him. This coming year, I am determining to have 2 things on the forefront of my teaching and my heart. 1–to learn to TRULY worship my King and to be able to teach that or lead the kids into true worship. 2–to more fully know my Savior and His love–His character; His very essence–and to teach that and lead the kids to a loving relationship with Jesus. Full out–no holds barred love relationship with THEIR Jesus. The ONLY true healer of all atrocities done.
I am SO blessed by two of you and proud of you. The Great Healer sweeps wide with His cleansing and His healing! Philippians 1:6 is precious to all of us! All the honor goes to Him! Only He knows all the cleansing and the healing He has done in each person He loves! All glory and praise be to Him! And much love and respect, even urgent encouragement to all who listen and respond to His voice.