A Battle-Beaten Heart

Drip Drop

To help gain a better perspective of the young lady, of which these tales are based on, a comparison can be made. Our young lady is like that of a body of water. Sometimes she is a puddle and other times she is an ocean. Her temperament is much like that of water. It usually adapts and slides past many different obstacles that seek to obscure its current. It always seems to keep pushing on, but am I talking only about her temperament any more?

Most of the time our young lady chooses to be that of a small pool. Not as shallow as a puddle, but not as deep as an ocean. The pool remains still and calm. Not disturbing much of the surrounding environment, but is still readily available for all whom seek the comfort of thirst quenching waters. Sure, when one reaches into the pool it will disturb it's stillness, but it slowly regains it's calm just as those whom disturbed the water regain some peace.

Yet every now and again in our young lady's life, she gets surrounded by sudden and extreme out bursts of storms. Such storms turn a streaming pool into a rushing and flooded river. A river that can bring the world around it crumbling down and will take anything in it's path along for the ride. Such events have happened multiple times in our young lady's life, which has its own battle wounds to inflict upon her heart. For each time our young lady is caught in these storms she always gets swept fiercely away in the powerful surge of the river. Getting battered and bruised as she helplessly gets washed into an ocean of chaos and emotion. She tries to tread the water but the current catches her and she gets dragged under the warring waves.

She manages to open her eyes to find herself sinking to the ocean floor deep below the water's surface. Fear and panic are to be expected in such a situation. As well as one of the worst feelings to our young lady... Helplessness... The feeling that inflicts the most self harm on our young lady. When she feels this, she has hit the bottom of the ocean floor. Where she is under immense pressure and is unable to breathe. Yet at the bottom of the ocean floor she can see the pool that she so enjoyed. But in its reflective surface she no longer sees peace and healing, only helplessness.

Drip Drop

The inaudible sound of the only tears she could manage fall into the pool and disturb it's stillness yet again. Only time can tell if or when the pool will regain it's stillness. But I hold on to hope that our young lady will see the light again, and will find that she is not alone in all this chaos, for the Lord is always with her.