Healing Wounds (Completed)

Chapter 3(Edited)

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28

Some weeks later........

A new day dawned, Sunday, a day to be kept holy, a day to rest.

Dora and Tara always spent their Sundays in the house of the Lord, regardless of conditions and circumstances. Come rain or shine, one could find the duo in church attendance, but today was going to be different.

Both women had seen their workloads reduce in the past week. The hire of two new graphic artists at Tara's job had taken a good deal of weight off her shoulders and given her breathing room.

Her capabilities excelled theirs, leading to her receiving the lion's share of the complicated queries or those clients the company really wished to impress. But the newcomers had proven good and capable.

Despite having more free time, Tara still battled with sleepless nights. Her body felt tired enough for sleep, but her mind wouldn't calm down enough to make that a reality.

As for Dora, the long month of exams had passed, and the holiday period hastened to them. Not only had her workload decreased, but she also had pride in her students' progress spurring her on.

So what could go wrong?

On this beautiful Sunday morning, the alarms in the women's rooms rang simultaneously. But alas, they were both too ill to listen and incapable of doing anything.

Even though her ears vaguely picked up the sound of the alarm in her room, Dora struggled to open her eyes. It was as if someone had glued them together.

A few minutes of struggle brought Dora out victorious at last. Her eyelids sprung apart, and she attempted to sit up. She found herself quite weak. With great effort, she stretched over to her nightstand and turned the alarm off, but she also swatted it onto the floor. The tinkling sound of shattering glass drew a groan to Dora's lips.

At least she'd silenced the alarm's grating ring. Though Dora wished to clean up the mess of the wrecked alarm beside her bed, she was too weak. She sunk back into the bed, hoping Tara would come soon to help her up.

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Tara didn't wake up feeling any better. Nausea and a fever assaulted her the moment she opened her eyes. When she pulled herself to her feet, she immediately stumbled and swayed, vision swimming. Tara gripped the bedpost to steady herself.

After a moment, she came to her senses enough to be annoyed by the blaring alarm. She flicked it off with bleary eyes. Then her sight came into focus just enough to see the time. They'd be late for church at this rate. Why hadn't Dora come to awaken her? Weak as she felt, Tara made for the door, intent on investigating.

Tara limped down the hall to her mother's room. Several rounds of rapping on the door failed to get a response from within, so she sighed and pushed the door open.

Dora still slumbered under her covers. For that to be the case, something must have been wrong, so Tara ambled over to the bedside and placed a palm over Dora's forehead.

Immediately, she jerked her hand back. Tara's sleepy eyes widened; Dora was burning up.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins and brought a bit of clarity to her mind. Tara rushed to the bathroom to get a bowl of water and a clean towel.

Then, making her way back to the room, she sat beside Dora's sleeping form. She dipped the towel into the bowl, squeezed out the excess water, and placed the damp cloth over her mother's forehead.

After two rounds of mopping Dora's forehead, her eyelids fluttered open. She groaned and shielded her eyes from the light of her bedside lamp, which Tara had flipped on to see her work. The beam shining directly into her face caused her some discomfort.

Dora weakly turned to eye Tara. "Can I have a glass of water?" she croaked.

Tara ran to the kitchen to grab some. When she returned and stretched her hand out to offer Dora a drink, her hand trembled. The liquid in the cup sloshed about and threatened to spill out. Much of the adrenaline had faded, leaving her as drained as when she'd awoken, and even more ill.

Dora took notice of the tremor and studied her daughter attentively. "Why do you look so pale?"

"I haven't been feeling well since I woke up," Tara said.

"Oh my, what a day for us to fall sick."

"What a day... we shouldn't have ignored the signs."

Dora nodded and hummed in agreement. A few days prior, both women had felt a little off, but they'd disregarded the signs and written them off as stress from work. Now, in the wee hours of Sunday morning, the sickness had come back to rear its ugly head.

Several hours later, both mother and daughter had concluded long ago that it wasn't possible to get to church in their present state. Still, they wouldn't allow their trying circumstances to deter them from seeking the face of God.

After having a bowl of pepper soup to burn some of the sicknesses off, they took painkillers and moved to the parlor with their Bibles. They spent the next few hours gaining wisdom and knowledge from the word of God. They also lifted their voices-hoarse as they were-to God in prayer.

Before they knew it, dusk approached. Both ladies shared a surprised glance upon realizing they'd spent so much time reading the Bible.

They both also realized they felt refreshed; their hearts had lightened. Physically, their strength seemed to have returned with only an ache here and there. A bulk of the illness had seen itself out the door.

They praised the Lord because they'd just witnessed the unending love of God. A God who is available and capable of healing anyone once they search for Him and cast their burdens on Him.

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Thank you Jesus for healing Dora and Tara.🙏🙏🙏

Question of the chapter: What is something you do to relax when you feel down, stressed, or tensed??

For me, reading the Bible and talking to God works. And dancing is a kind of medicine for me. XD

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Until next time. Remain blessed ❤️❤️❤️❤️