I'm in trouble. Big trouble. The fear I taste makes my heart race and my breath shallow. Oh, God! Help me!
How long has it been? I've lost all count of time. It's so dark and hot.
Blackness consumes me. I see nothing. My body is deadened, drugged, frozen and paralyzed under tons of debris that once was home and comfort...until the sound. Loud rushing of a close-by train; but, I live far from any trains. The thunderstorm first woke me to pounding rain against my bedroom windows. Once awake, I watched the night sky light up with fireworks. God's fireworks, Grampa called it. Then the sound...loud, rushing like driving fast with all windows down.
If I could only move, but I'm pinned down. My right arm is under me and I try to free it. Pain shoots through me, piercing pain. I'm face down, oppressive, pressing weight restraining any movement. My left arm lies outstretched, imprisoned. I'm buried alive. Oh, God, I'm buried alive!
How could a day as special as today end like this? Jake had been so romantic at dinner, kissing my hand as he told me we need to talk about a future together. We're made for each other and we both know it. We're ready to start walking life's path together as one. God, how could You do this to me? Haven't I looked to You? Followed You? Why are You punishing me? All I've ever wanted to do is serve You.
My mind speeds through thoughts even as my body lies dormant. My sight fails me as all light is extinguished by the blackness of this hell on earth. I think of Mammoth Caverns and the day my parents took me there as a child, the darkness in the depths. God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.
I try to call out, but no sound escapes me. My mouth is so dry. The heat oppresses me; the air is more dust than oxygen. I can't speak. I can't cry. Moans only.
I'm alone. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me... I'm not alone.
I must be mad, delirious...I hear bell chimes. Sweet, soft chimes. Jesus? I listen more intently. Tibetan bell chimes of my alarm clock... that silly gift mama gave me for my birthday. Stress-free awakenings she said. Ocean waves, waterfalls and Tibetan bell chimes. My cracked lips smile. Mama
I hear sirens in the distance. The roar of thunder has lessened. Dogs bark. I hear sounds of life and hope seeps into me. Voices above me sound out, low at first and then clearer.
“Melody, can you hear me? Melody! Are you there? It's mama, sweetheart. I'm coming. Hold on.”
“Ma'am, I must ask you to move away. If she's buried under this pile of lumber, we could make it worse for her. We have to go slow and easy.”
As long as I can hear, I'm alive...there is hope. Mama is coming.
KJV Bible, 1 John 1:5, Ps 23:4
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