She was his girl. She was simply his. She ran to him with joy and laughter. He loved to sit back and watch her dance, cutting through the fresh garden air. He loved the way she touched every flower with her finger. He chuckled as she jumped into the air trying to catch a fluttering red bird just once.
She was carefree. She was beautiful. She was his delight.
Everything was good. Actually everything was perfect.
But then she wandered. She knew what he said. But what if? What if there was more? What if there was something she was missing? What if he was wrong?
She was wrong.
Eve was wrong.
She stepped where she shouldn’t. She gave thought to things she shouldn’t. She did the one thing in the world that she shouldn’t.
In that one moment, she destroyed her relationship with her Creator. She destroyed my relationship with the Creator. She destroyed yours too. She traded the open door between heaven and earth for blinding suffocation, blocked from her only source of light, life and hope.
And that’s where I found myself. I found myself in that same isolated, breathless, dark, cut off from light, life and hope.
He was still calling me the way he called for Eve to come home. Only my ears were def. His voice was blocked out by the noisy distractions of a rebellious teenage life.
I wouldn’t listen to his voice so he wrote it all down. He sent me a message. He sent me a story. He sent me a book. He sent me the Bible.
In a time of desperation, I read it.
It was in those pages that I met him. I met the one who would set me free.
“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.” Luke 19:10
He assured me that nothing I had done was too broken for him to fix. No loss was too great for him to redeem. No wound was too deep for him to heal.
He called. I came.
I came home.
Maybe you find yourself in the same darkness that I did. Don’t be overwhelmed by it. Your story isn’t over. Read the book and let Him write your ending.