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Topic: Vote/Voted off the Island (05/29/14)
TITLE: The Visitor
By Andrea Van Ye
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If she was going to get anywhere, she had to start with taking care of the car that she drove. She wouldn’t be able to get far, without this car.
Her daughter, dressed in a floral sundress, crawled up into her lap, insisting on another cookie and pleading for her mother to read her another book.
The two young boys, across the room, poked at each other, as only brothers do. They were a handful, two handfuls, more like it, but they were good boys, and she was crazy about them, too.
She sighed, looking around to make sure that she didn’t know anyone. Re-runs of Survivor played annoyingly on the television screen behind the cashier’s counter. Voted off the island – she knew that feeling of rejection. Having found her husband, now for the fourth time, dining with another woman at the local deli, she was done. She was tired of his broken promises, the humiliation and the abuse.
Lost deep in thought, and deep in despair, she didn’t notice the man come in through the door.
He had come in through the doors, hadn’t he? She couldn’t remember.
All she knew was there He was, again.
Dressed in the same cool blue colored, worn jeans, gray t-shirt and brown leather sandals, He was rather ordinary on the outside. It was what was on the inside that made all the difference. He was calm and quiet and kind. He was everything she needed, and rarely experienced from anyone else.
No one else seemed to notice Him, except for her.
What a relief to have Him near.
She called Him, the Visitor. She’d known Him over the years, for as long back as she could remember. She first met Him when she was little, maybe four years old, when He came and sat on the swing next to her, comforting her, while she cried following cross words from her father. From time to time, during the teen years, He showed up on lonely walks home from school or laid on her bed and cried with her, when her dog died. There were many lost and lonely and sorrowful and empty times when He came near.
This Visitor, He healed parts in her that were bruised on the inside. He held and nurtured and healed places of pain that others did not see. When she needed Him, He came and spoke words of strength to her. He spoke His Words. Words that she had read in His Word, over the years, and words of guidance and direction and hope.
He didn’t speak audibly, but silently she heard His voice echo off the walls of her heart.
"You don’t have to hurry. I will never leave you. I will care for you. Trust Me. I love you. I am here for you."
“Ma’am, Ma’am," the man at the counter barked gruffly, crashing into her thoughts. “Your car is done. I need your money, now, and could you quiet those 2 brats down in the corner? What’s wrong with them and you, anyway?”
The woman got up, and looked over her shoulder at the Visitor, while she searched through her purse for the $37.50 that she owed. The Visitor looked up at her, continuing to reassure her silently.
"I’ve got this one. Just keep on doing the next thing. I will walk with you, as I always have, never leaving you, providing for your every need. Go ahead and pay. The money is in the side pocket of your purse. Gather up the children, and let’s go for a ride. I have a safe place for you, and plans for you."
And so, the woman, wounded and worn and worrying about how she would care for herself and her children, left the gas station that day, with the Visitor right by her side.
She knew He was near and she wouldn't be able to get far, without His care.
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