"It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto his name, O most High:" - Psalms 92:1, As I woke up I was in the trunk of Ricks uncles old rusty white mustang, my journal and everything were with me, even the old orange bible. I had to escape before I would lose my breath, but how? An Idea came to my head, I prayed and praised the Lord with all my heart in that dark trunk, then a little bit of light shown through the trunk, "Lord, is that you?" I whispered, all of a sudden the trunk was opened and a guy wearing a police uniform stood in shock, when he seen me all in rope and bruised up. "Gus, we have a girl in the trunk." he said on his radio, "Are you Iris?" he asked me, I nodded my head and tears started to fill my eyes. "It will be alright, Rick is gone, he was speeding and he is in court right now, you will be alright." An hour later, I was sitting in a police office in Oregon. My parents were dead from depression and I never seen them again, I started to burst into tears. "It will be okay Iris Taller." the police officer told me, I didn't even know if the small town of Ohio was even still there in Ohio. As the police Officers agreed to take me back to Ohio, I thought how would a 30 year old fit into her childhood town, that she got taken from when she was 15. When we drove up to the spot I was taken, I noticed something It wasn't a small town no more, it was just a normal town, the white church was all torn down and overgrown, and all the stores I knew as a child were all missing, even the school change instead of the red brick one room school house, it was a cement school. I cried more than I ever did, When walking down the streets I noticed something at the church, an old missing sign for myself still hanging in the old dusty window and a note reading, "Dear Iris, you have been missed, don't threat about me and your parents, were in a better place, waiting for your time." I felt good about myself then and there, and I decided from that day forward I would restore the church to make as it once was in it's glory to Jesus Christ.
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روحانياتThe year, 1961, the hip years people would say, but for 15 year old Iris, it's far from that when she is kidnapped and all she can live on is a prayer.
