Isolated // H.S {ON HOLD}

ch 10: Tender Mercies

//A.n: 

HIi i havnt been updating too much because i havnt been gettin all too many coments and stuff but like today i suddenly got 100 reads so i was pretty damn happy so yeah!im going to try to update daily but idk how long that will last hahaha

Also please PLEASE PLEEEEASE comment your houghts bc that makes me happy!:)

p.s the song i used in this chapter is mentioned in this chapter!

*Chapter 10: Tender Mercies *

Most of us believe in miracles. Not everyone, I understand that, but most of us are pretty comfortable with the thought that there are good things in our lives that come to us as special gifts from God. I

 don’t mean everything, of course. Sometimes these intersections of fate are really just coincidences. But I think there are far more miracles in our lives than we may ever realize. Like flickers of light among the darkness, they remind us that God is there and that He cares.

One of the miracles that I experienced on that first brutal morning was the fact that, in the midst of all the torment, I was able to find a tiny ray of hope.

Nothing that had happened to me so far was fair. 

No one knows that more than I do. It was brutal and violent and the greatest intrusion on one’s person that can happen in this world. And the suffering was just beginning. Nine months of pain and fear and the greatest humiliation still lay ahead.

And like I said, I was just a little girl.

Remembering what happened makes me think of a song that I know. It is beautiful, I think, and the lyrics are powerful: “Consider the Lilies” by Roger Hoffman. 

The third verse asks the listener to think about all the children who have suffered throughout the history of the world. It goes on to say:

The pains of all of them he carried

From the day of his birth.

I’m probably not the only one who wonders about that sometimes: The pains of all of them he carried?

How could that be? I mean, looking around us, it doesn’t seem real. 

In fact, quite the opposite, it seems completely impossible! And in one sense it is. You would have to be blind not to see that there is so much suffering in the world today, much of it heaped upon children. That has always been the case. Maybe it always will be. The fact is, many times children suffer for the sins of others. 

I was not the only child to have suffered. And the list of ways in which children can be hurt is depressingly long. Fear. Abuse. Pain. Starvation. Slavery. Hunger or sexual exploitation. Being separated from or losing the people they love. 

In many cases, they are put in absolutely impossible situations where they can’t even begin to protect themselves.

Are their pains eliminated? Are they saved from all this suffering?

In some cases they aren’t, at least not in this world.

Yet if their pains are not eliminated, how then are they comforted? How are their burdens lifted?

I don’t have all the answers. But this much I know.

Sometimes there are miracles―“tender mercies” some have called them―that comfort us in ways that other people may not see. Sometimes things are offered that we may not know about. 

Things that give those who suffer strength. Things that give them hope. Things that help them to hang on.

That certainly was the case with me.

I felt some of these miracles along the way. *

Most of us believe in miracles. Not everyone, I understand that, but most of us are pretty comfortable with the thought that there are good things in our lives that come to us as special gifts from God. I

 don’t mean everything, of course. Sometimes these intersections of fate are really just coincidences. But I think there are far more miracles in our lives than we may ever realize. Like flickers of light among the darkness, they remind us that God is there and that He cares.

One of the miracles that I experienced on that first brutal morning was the fact that, in the midst of all the torment, I was able to find a tiny ray of hope.

Nothing that had happened to me so far was fair. 

No one knows that more than I do. It was brutal and violent and the greatest intrusion on one’s person that can happen in this world. And the suffering was just beginning. Nine months of pain and fear and the greatest humiliation still lay ahead.

And like I said, I was just a little girl.

Remembering what happened makes me think of a song that I know. It is beautiful, I think, and the lyrics are powerful: “Consider the Lilies” by Roger Hoffman. 

The third verse asks the listener to think about all the children who have suffered throughout the history of the world. It goes on to say:

The pains of all of them he carried

From the day of his birth.

I’m probably not the only one who wonders about that sometimes: The pains of all of them he carried?

How could that be? I mean, looking around us, it doesn’t seem real. 

In fact, quite the opposite, it seems completely impossible! And in one sense it is. You would have to be blind not to see that there is so much suffering in the world today, much of it heaped upon children. That has always been the case. Maybe it always will be. The fact is, many times children suffer for the sins of others. 

I was not the only child to have suffered. And the list of ways in which children can be hurt is depressingly long. Fear. Abuse. Pain. Starvation. Slavery. Hunger or sexual exploitation. Being separated from or losing the people they love. 

In many cases, they are put in absolutely impossible situations where they can’t even begin to protect themselves.

Are their pains eliminated? Are they saved from all this suffering?

In some cases they aren’t, at least not in this world.

Yet if their pains are not eliminated, how then are they comforted? How are their burdens lifted?

I don’t have all the answers. But this much I know.

Sometimes there are miracles―“tender mercies” some have called them―that comfort us in ways that other people may not see. Sometimes things are offered that we may not know about. 

Things that give those who suffer strength. Things that give them hope. Things that help them to hang on.

That certainly was the case with me.

I felt some of these miracles along the way.