The day I cried out.
Today I want to write about the day God began His incredible journey of healing me.
People may look at me now and never even think or believe where I would be if God might’ve never rescued me from a dead lifestyle.
. . . . . .
But when I was only 16 my heart had already felt much pain.
Nights I would think of suicide.
I thought I knew what I wanted.
How is it that Someone can actually heal and restore your broken up soul!
I have experienced it. I know.
And it all started with a cry.
The year was 2002.
The month.. January.
I did the dangerous.
I took off with a boy I didn’t really know at all.
But hey, I was a teen girl with a bruised and torn heart remember.
We tend to do some pretty stupid things when our heart is broken or wounded.
We drove around a bit. Then… As it got dark and started to snow. He didn’t take me home. He drove his car to an alley right next to a field. And turned off the engine.
Yes. He wanted to have sex.
But no. Of course, I didn’t want to.
He tried to convince me and no not with words.
But with the little of integrity I had left inside of me I looked out the passenger window and (either in my mind or in a whisper) I pleaded:
“God, get me out of this”.
He did. He really really did.
I wiped my tear away slowly because I didn’t want the boy to see me crying as I turned to look at him. He stared at me said,
“Do you want me to take you home”?
Just like that.
I said yes. (Of course)
He started the car and drove me straight home.
I never ever seen him again.
I walked inside my home and into my room. Closed the door.
I cried like a baby.
On my knees. I cried out.
Here I was a 16 year old girl that could’ve been raped.
I know God saved me that night.
I know He heard my plea.
And as I cried out in my room that night. God was already beginning the process of healing me.
I gave my heart to Him that night.
That broken, bruised, torn, abused heart. And in return He began to restore me. He began to change my heart and cleanse my mind.
It’s unbelievable really. It truly was a miracle.
Yes, there are things I wish I had never experienced as a young girl. Things and situations that have left scars. But if I had never experienced them I wouldn’t know now how it feels to be healed and restored.
And believe me I do. I do.