Erica sat and wrote in her diary. Her mind soaring every where her heart filled with frustration. The if the ands the buts the questions the doubts. Ohh, what is it why does my mind my body my heart my soul my all keep drifting back to this place! Sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm hurting and I don't wanna explain why. I hate the fact that you killed me with more than just your words more than just with your hands. It was your presence that destroyed me. The mind body and soul that I had when I met you burst into flames. I lived with it through it and will die with it. Why is it that we get scarred the most through from and to these situations. To and from the months the stress the pain. Little Lady Little Lady who am I. Erica the one who had a jewel hidden inside her heart the one who kept a pearl near her foot. Who am I , what is it , what is my purpose? I am just a girl who was raped, scarred and yet un-scarred. I long for help on a day to day basis. I need you God and I don't know where to start. I need your hand but I don't know how to Grab it. I need your help but I 'm not sure how to ask of it.
The first day I cried, the second day I acted as if there was nothing wrong. The third day I asked so many questions, but allowed my silence to scream for me. Lets not forget how much strength I asked God to give me. How much pain I knew you actually brought to me but I never mentioned a word of it. I loved you just as much as you loved me, its funny how people can feel so much . You can feel so much to the point where you begin to offer your feelings to another. I prayed , waited , and ask God for another favor. I asked him for patience I asked him to allow me to do what it is that he wanted me to do. What was it that you exactly wanted me to do , because I noticed how much I did of what I wanted to do. The crazy thing is whenever I did do what I wanted to do I never felt happy. And Lord when we do what you want us to do we find favor. My happiness doesn't come from the emotions that I appeal to my, my happiness comes from the goodness of God. As for myself I give it to the Lord. I put on the walking shoes that he gives , I use his guidance to acknowledge the emotions of my heart. I pray for the better of each day , and I use the strength that he gave me. For I am not just any woman who has been raped but I, and my child are children of God. you are the one I look to on a day to day basis you are my walls that hinder me from my weakness. You are my all and all my everything. I love you God but all I ask of you is Help. Send some one to help me. Amen.
Erica fell to her knees as the Sprit of God over took her presence. She prayed believed ,for that dream that she couldn't quite see. she began to sing, something that she hadn't done since she was younger. She opened her mouth full on praise and began to let out the pain. She knew that God had finally showed her what it was. She opened her eyes and lifted her hands , she was finally happy. She overcame a battle that she had been fighting. She trusted in his name and followed his path , she was walking. Faith is the substance of things unseen. Although we can't physically see God we can see him through his marvelous works. He is a Healer , a father so much more than what one can truly explain.
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