She stood gazing in the mirror, stroking her face, shocked at what appeared. It didn’t hurt, yet it was so apparent. She rubbed and rubbed thinking; “maybe it’s a sleep mark”, yet it wouldn’t go away. This time tears welled up in her eyes, the blot was staying and now it was up for her to adjust to this advent. Sure she agreed to the divorce, living alone wasn’t such a horrid thing. She would come home finding everything the way it was, including a full fridge. Dirty laundry wouldn’t be strewn around and no need to argue because she wouldn’t have to defend her actions anymore, but why this? Why these external scars only causing more attention to her face, when all she wanted to do was “save face”, live a quiet peaceful life; unnoticed. Nevertheless, this wouldn’t be the case now. Nope, instead there would be those stares, darting eyes, maybe even questions from strangers…Errrrrr the thought irritated the hell out of her. Yet wasn’t this her private prayer? “Lord whatever it takes so all bitterness will be out of me forever and all attracted to me from this day forward will be health, wealth and loving kindness, Amen”.
R I G H T …sure….uhuh…cuz right now, all she felt was extreme anger, the root of all bitterness quelled within her, well, at least before this stigma! Now there would be no hiding.
She let out a loud wretched scream. The sound still echoed off the walls.
“Dang did that come from me?” she thought for a still second before bursting out in tears. Just when she thought the tears were over. How she hated not being able to breathe, eyes all puffy and a red nose making her look like a lush. But then she noticed, the scream wasn’t in her anymore, instead, this overwhelming warmth. It was coming from her heart, radiating as an entity. Even breathing was dynamic; she could feel it leave her nose and throat like an anesthetic. Her breath was not her own, it was alive. She looks down on her now open Bible, between streaming tears and reads;
“Your beauty…should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.” 1Peter 4:3-4
Sobbing, she reads aloud the blurry script, betrothing her soul to her spirit. The oneness of this truth burned in her ears. As she looked up she saw a light all round her, peering in the mirror was reflected a sight she would never forget.
A promise was heard, the voice came from within her; “Yes My child, your scars will be stars for the multitude to see, offering hope to this shattered world. So rejoice My little one, for Our journey has just begun”.