True Story.

I take the hand of the little girl I used to be…

I tell her to “Relax, baby girl, you’re safe with me.

I know all about you. & I sincerely care.

Allow me to be the person that you always wanted to be there..."

I delighted in her smile, which faded shortly after.

She was unaware of life’s crazy turn into the upcoming chapter.

She was like a deer caught in headlights.

She never asked for anything.

But deceived, she received all that hell could bring.

I looked in her pretty eyes and it broke my heart.

To know she gave up on life before it had the chance to start.

She said the world was anything & everything but kind.

So she attempted suicide at the tender age of nine…....

I said baby girl, what could possibly be so bad?

She said, “You don’t know the experiences that I’ve had.”

I shed a tear in unbelief, yet affirmation.

But in her eyes were flashing lights of desperation.

I couldn’t stare into those pretty eyes any longer.

I stormed away to address the One who was stronger.

“Lord, why? She’s a baby! She’s just a little girl.

And because of this, she’ll probably never accept you into her world.”

I became angry with God! Borderline detested.

But it was at that moment my heart was arrested.

“You should see what I did to my Son. No, I don’t boast

.But I deal differently with the ones I love the most.

I sent Him in the world and they surely abused Him.

But in Isaiah, I told you that it pleased me to bruise Him.

Yes, I am God and control all with my mighty hand,

But it pleases me when such acts fulfill my plan.

I want her to know, but she refuses to understand,

That she will always and forever be let down by man.

But she’s convinced that I’m extremely far.

And that she’ll always be an empty shell housing a broken heart.

Though she’s a baby, tell her for me and help her to comprehend

That this nightmare for her is the beginning of my glorious plan.

Because of her age, this may be hard to believe,

But I’ve always wanted the children to lead.

Let her know that her trials are not about her at all,

And at that moment, she’ll know that she’s called!”

So I forced myself to go and deliver the hope

But every time I tried to relate, my heart broke…

But I forced myself to tell her how her Father felt.

And as the color returned to her face, I felt my heart melt.

I asked her, “Are you ready to talk about it? It’s completely your choice.”

And she said, “As of now, I can’t find the words, for I just found my voice.”

I told her, “No worries babe. Work at your own speed.

But you must endure, for by your story, many will be set free!"

And she agreed!

So I took the hand of the little girl I used to be…

And introduced her to her destiny.