Game of life
She huddled in a corner of the room, in the dark, holding her breath, waiting, listening for the sound of his footsteps. Her heart raced, her body tensed, she clenched her fists trying to gain some strength for the attack she knew would come.
The door flew open and the light flicked on revealing her hiding place. His anger filled the room. She cringed, closed her eyes tight, and held her head into herself as much she possibly could.
He lunged at her, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her onto her feet. Screaming obscenities, he brought his huge hand down hard on the side of her head, then her shoulders, back and face.
She screamed in agony, begging him to let go, begging him to stop. He didnít care. He beat her until she couldnít think or feel.
His rage spent, he turned and stomped out of the room, leaving her in a crumpled heap, sobbing on the floor, her body bruised, her mind numb.
Later that day, she hid under the balcony of the house, scraping jagged rocks across her arms, desperate to feel the pain and see her blood. They were her confirmation she was still among the living.
In her ignorance she clenched her fist and shook it in the air, inwardly screaming, God, I dare you to kill me, to put my life out of this horrible existence. Why are you doing this to me? Why donít you care about me? I dare you to take my life.
The silence made her crazy. Her only salvation were the drugs she started to shoot into her veins. They took her away from the terror and shame that never left her. The drugs made her feel strong and free and helped her escape the trauma of abuse, neglect and rape. Over the next fourteen years, she lived dangerously, wild, on the edge, almost as if she were daring life itself to destroy her. Her life had no purpose, or so she thought.
Years later, she reflects back on those times with amazement. You were there God. You were with me all the time. You heard. You saw. In Your tender and gentle ways, You took the broken pieces of my heart and shaped them into a strong solid commitment to You. I didnít know Lord. I didnít understand.
A knock at the door startled her, bringing her back to the present. She opened her office door. A young woman stood there, her long brown hair falling softly around her shoulders, her eyes unable to make eye contact with her. ďCan I talk to you now?Ē she asks in a broken voice.
She smiles and gestures for her to come in. Gazing at the young womanís face, she remembers her own trauma and loss and the many years of fighting to survive, desperate to find some meaning and sense of her life. Her heart swells with compassion for the young woman and she whispers a silent prayer. Help me God to touch her at the point of her need so that she will understand how precious her life is.
Thinking about Ďthe game of lifeí we are all a part of, she knows at some point everyone will experience a form of hardship and pain. Itís a part of living.
God allowed her to descend deep into the depths of darkness and pain. Her accumulated losses and suffering almost destroyed her but God redeemed her life because He knew it had purpose. Every life has meaning and value.
The strategy to playing a great game is knowing the rules, understanding the concepts and knowing we are all winners when we trust the Creator with our lives.
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