“Even the Angels Cried”
As a woman who seemed to have so much pain and disappointment in her life, one more thing was not a surprise. Beyond other people’s world of peace and harmony, family and friends, she slept alone. The nights tormented her with the same nightmare, her cries and screams in the night went unheard. Each year, she would think that maybe that year would come a man in shining armor, on a white stallion, to rescue her….But he never came. Surely God didn’t wish her so much grief and a life of fear! Through all times, she tried to do well, not take up for herself, assuming all was her fault… But it wasn’t.
God did have a purpose for someone to endure so much, just the reason wasn’t clear, for the moment. Prayers were said each night, with conviction and an earnest plea for help. Did they hear her? Were there Angels close by?
The story about this woman was not a secret, but she didn’t want pity, but understanding and acceptance. People are so leery to deal with someone who suffers from trauma. It’s not that they don’t care; it’s that it makes them feel uncomfortable.
At a time when she had given up on having a normal life, God sent someone, he had been preparing for her…Someone who would love her…Protect her…Understand her. Because of his wisdom and good heart, she overcame her nightmares and started to enjoy life. Still she wondered why God had allowed so many terrible things to happen to her…Until.
An article written in a local newspaper of her ordeal of rape, battery, and then left on the side of the road, in the snow…to die, brought her the answer. Women started writing her, sharing
and asking for answers to the same questions she had asked God, for so long. It was her strength and faith that had brought her to this point, with the help of a loving husband. Her purpose was to share with those who felt they would never overcome the trauma and make them see, there is always HOPE.
At bedtime, she and her husband kneel and give thanks to God for his blessings and for bringing them together. With tears in her eyes, her husband says to her, “Even the Angels cried when you were in pain. Now they cry with joy.”
Copyright 2013 Barbara C Rowe
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