“Man, I’m looking good!” she exclaimed, “It’s sure gonna be busy tonight.”
Finding her usual corner she struck a pose she knew emphasized her body’s curves. She tapped her foot, smirking as all the young victims passed her by, trying to avoid looking in her direction. She knew the effect she had on young men. Heck! If she was a guy she would be tempted too! She had full red lips, slightly turned up on the corners, big glittering green eyes, and long blond hair that curled in all the right places. She had been told by many she had a body of a goddess, and most tended to agree, including herself. She wasn’t conceited, but she knew what sexy looked like, and it just happened to look like her.
Finally she caught the eye of a passer-by. Reaching out she caressed his arm.
“Hey baby. You looking for some company tonight?” She asked, blinking her thickly lashed eyes.
“No, sorry. I’m married you see.”
“That sure doesn’t matter to me honey. You don’t even have to call me after.” She answered, winking.
Awhile later she exited the dirty motel room, sticking the cash she had made in her shoe. With each confident stride she felt her composure cracking. This is the way it had been lately. She had been in the business for awhile, and it had never bothered her like this, until a few nights earlier…
“Excuse me miss?” a short man called. Turning around she was surprised to find a short red headed man who barely reached her chin. She knew she was tall, but not irregularly so.
“You looking for some fun sweetheart?” she asked. “If so, you have definitely come to the right girl.” She flirted, linking her arm in his. He seemed nervous as a blush reddened his face.
“Well, y-yes…I mean n-no…I mean…”
“Don’t worry cutie, it’s my first time too.” She said brazenly. The man glanced away, clearly uncomfortable.
“I’m not here for what you think I am.” He finally answered. “I have something for you.” He cleared his throat, and pulled a tiny book from his back pocket. She stared at it incredulously as the perfect golden words seemed to stare right into her heart.
“It’s a bible.” She said, unable to hide the shock in her voice. “Why would you give something like that, to a girl like me? Get away from me you cruel little man.” She shook with anger. As tears began to flood her eyes, she turned her back so he wouldn’t see them. Ignoring her demand, he continued on.
“God loves you, and has a wonderful plan for your life.”
“Shut up! Shut up!” she screamed trying to shut out the impossible words.
“Jesus forgives you. There is a story in this book, in John 8 about …” She flung herself at him, pushing him away.
“Leave me alone!” she shrieked in desperation.
“Alright.” He agreed. “But I am going to leave this book, it has a bookmark indicating John 8, which is a story about someone you may be able to identify with.” Having said what he came to say, he left.
That night she had gone home and read the story the man had left her, which had brought her to her knees with sorrow.
That was a few nights earlier and she had taken a few days off, to recover. Apparently she hadn’t taken enough time. Suddenly hearing some footsteps behind her, she tried to regain her composure, wiping away the black streaks marking her face. To her surprise it was reminiscing about, the same peculiar man who had given her the bible.
“Are you alright?” He asked, genuine compassion lighting his eyes.
“Why are you so nice to me? I don’t deserve it. I’m disgusting. Are you aware of what I do?” she asked, self hatred shining in her eyes.
“I don’t see you as disgusting. I see you through my Father’s eyes. He is the ultimate Teacher when it comes to love.”
“I don’t deserve it, nor do I want it. Now leave me alone, and stop following me. You can keep your Father of love, I want no part of Him.” And with that she turned on her heel beginning her trek back to her present reality, the world pressing on her shoulders.
Watching her retreating back, he sent up a silent prayer for another opportunity to speak into her life, and walked in the opposite direction.
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