There was just so much she could take without going under. As I looked at her, her red eyes told me just what she has just gone through. She would not open her mouth to speak; the memories were still fresh on her mind. She refused to be bothered. Although not sure how long she could remain strong, she looked forward determinant.

She had shed tears for the family she loved; it was tearing her apart. How could she live with so much chaos in her life?  Can she hold it together? Will she give in to the searing pain clenching her heart? She had given them all she had, hoping and longing for the day she would be reunited with them all. Is this all that will be left of them in her heart? She’s holding onto her heart with both hands, so it won’t be scarred by the fury rage threatening to conceal it. No one dares crosses her path; she’ll crush them.

Adding fuel to her degrading life, the one person who ought to be holding her hand, has left her to drown alone. In hopes to obtain some closure, she had picked up the phone and called him. In a nonchalant voice, he answered the phone, turning the brilliant colour on her face into a pale blue. The icy cold voice screeched her ears and froze her heart as he tediously explained that he was doing nothing; he hadn’t bothered to check in on her. He saw no need to communicate with her every day. As she put down the phone, she pushed back the fountain of stinging hot tears threatening erupt.  She could not help but feel betrayed by the very ones she loved and had poured her heart out to.  How could they do this to her?

I stood there outside her door unsure what to do. I could not bring myself to tell her everything will be alright. How was I sure that everything will be alright. How could I give her hope only to have it snatched from her hand? What could I do? I did the only think I knew best. I closed my eyes and prayed for her. I prayed she would not be taken over by the chaos threatening to tear apart her very being. I prayed she would have the strength to live on and not be torn apart by this betrayal. How much more could she take? She has tried to please everyone, making sure she didn’t anger anyone, giving up her own emotions, so the other’s emotions won’t be stirred in the wrong direction.

Alone in the quietness of her room, she had poured out her everything to the one who promised to always be there for her. Will she have the strength to hold unto him? Will she give in to the feeling of betrayal? She looked up at me helplessly and went to take a shower. As I waited for her to finish, I heard her singing in the shower to the one person who can make all things right again. She gave up the pain she was going through to her keeper.

When she stepped out, she looked refresh and had a new brilliance about her.  She has partnered with the one she can trust and given him all her chaos. I almost shed tears of my own, but simply smiled and said, thank you Jesus. Together, we began singing, “There is power in the name of Jesus, To break every chain.”

She is looking forward to a better tomorrow and new beginnings. She will not give up praying for the family she loves and the man she had given her heart to. As I stood there looking at her, I prayed for strength to help her stay in her God’s path. She looks so vulnerable.