Building A Bridge

God's In the Field?

“There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all.”

-Anonymous

            In the early morning just before dawn I sat out on roof thinking over the past several days, I have been thinking of a way to tell Seth that the baby is his; so far I have come up with nothing.  As I was looking out over the gloomy rainy dark streets of Accident Maryland, I was hoping that the answer would come to me.  Finally I realized that I would have to tell him no matter what.  I got up and went back into my room to begin getting ready for the day.  Since it was Sunday and I didn’t have to go anywhere I put on grey sweats and a black T shirt after my shower.  I slowly walked to the kitchen trying my best to avoid waking anyone up.  Upon reaching the kitchen I realized that Seth was already up, glancing at the kitchen clock I realized it was already 1130 in the morning.  Was I really in the shower that long? I thought as I walked to the cupboard.  I pulled a glass off the shelf, as I filled my glass I thought, it’s now or never I must tell him the baby is his.  Acting on impulse before I could change my mind I courageously marched over to the kitchen table and abruptly sat down. 

 “We need to talk” I demanded, sternly staring Seth straight in the eye.  He only nodded and looked down at the paper on the table.  “Seth I am pregnant and the baby is yours,” I said with confidence, surprising myself.  He must have been equally surprised, because he looked up at me with wide eyes. 

“How dare you accuse me of getting you pregnant?” he exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table.  I flinched back slightly at his violent outburst, “it was probably that boyfriend of yours, I was careful.” 

“I never did that with him,” I said standing to my feet, “the only person it could be is you” I continued.  Before I knew what was happening I felt a hand make contact with the side of my face, Seth had just slapped me.  I looked up at him with my eyes filled with tears and ran out of the room.

I ran out the front door and into the rain, dark clouds filled the sky and I could hear thunder but I didn’t care, all I could think about was getting away from him.  Thunder shook the ground knocking me to the cement, my elbow scraped along the sidewalk as I fell.  I could tell by the pain that that I would have a scar.  I looked up to the sky and saw nothing but angry dark tumultuous clouds.  I looked around, there was no one out walking, and everyone was either in their car or at home out of the weather.  The rain pounded on my back like a bunch of bowling balls falling from the sky.  I noticed a field off to the side of the road and picked myself up off the sidewalk.  I began to walk toward it, not sure why, but I felt as though I should.  When I finally reached the middle of the field I saw a sign that read “God is love” by that time I was crying so hard I could barely make out the words.  I squatted down in the field and put my head in my hands trying to figure things out. I stopped crying and stood up; the rain hadn’t lightened up at all, if anything it was worse.  Looking around I saw a girl around my age walking toward me.  When she got closer I recognized her has the girl who had asked me to go with her to prayer group on my first day of school. 

“Are you ok?”  She asked as soon as she was close enough to be heard.  I shook my head “no” and completely broke down again.  She didn’t try to embrace me or promise that everything would be ok, even if they might not be.  She just stood there and quietly kept me company, which felt rather nice.  I stopped crying and looked up at her through my wet eyelashes.  She stood about three inches taller than me, with brown fly away hair that framed her face like an angel. 

She looked at me with her vibrant green eyes filled with compassion and concern, “do you want to tell me what happened,” She asked in a kind voice.  Moving my long red hair out of my face I began to tell her everything, because there is nothing like spilling your heart out to a stranger.   About an hour and lots of tears later the rain had finally subsided and I finished telling the strange girl my story.  

She smiled and said, “There was no need to give up on God, even if you feel like he’s not there he is.  God can’t make your life perfect, he has to let the bad things happen to you, but only what he knows you can handle.  He will always make a good thing out of a bad situation”.  I pondered over what she said and finally smiled.

“I’m Janie, who are you?”  I asked holding out my hand. 

“I’m Rose,” she smiled taking my hand in hers and shaking it.