God knows my name and He knows yours, too!
by Vanessa Richardson
She was suddenly hit hard. The unexpected impact sent her sprawling to her knees. She could hear the incessant sound of the rain, pelting against her large bedroom window. It was all a strange phenomenon, to her. Dark billowy clouds had gathered, hovering and intimidating. It was an remarkable sight. The howling winds were a frightening thing to hear. The ominous sound caused chills to dance over the lone woman’s slight frame.
The forcefulness of the blow was numbing. There on her knees, she was paralyzed with disbelief. She could not move! Watching the hands of time move on her mantle clock, revealed only moments had passed. To her it seemed an eternity; hurt can make time feel that way. Hurt painful claws were fiercely embedded in her, refusing her release. The pain was enough to cause a normal person to lose their sanity.
A glance around the room revealed nothing had changed. Her bed was still nicely made up, her mass of pillows were still in order. Her Bible was on the right side of her nightstand. Her slippers were by her armoire, the same place she left them. Nothing had changed. Yet, for her everything had changed in a moment’s time.
She could not breathe! She felt as though she were in a movie; cast in the wrong role. Enough! Raising her chin; she decided that she would no longer play role of the helpless victim. It was time for a change. Yet she needed answers. She pondered to herself. What were the right answers? What should I do? How could this have happen? Why me?
Her kneeled position would be the beginning of her transition. For it was there on her knees, she began to pray. Normally words would fail her, (hurt can do that to a person) today was different. She encompassed with words begging for release and she obliged them with out restriction.
With the winds howling ferociously and the rain continuing its descent, still on her knees, her words flowed, as did her tears. It was ugly but necessary. She was in the right position, there on her knees. However, the unction to get lower was strong. You see, some people have to dig a little deeper, stretch a little wider than others do.
Stretching out on her stomach, the words continued to flow. Suddenly, startled, she looked around the room in question; for a brief moment, she thought she heard the faint call of her name. There in her humbled prayer position, she made a self-conscious decision (and it was a decision) to be free.
Praying not out of defeat but belief, she fought past the pain and called God’s name. Time lapsed, how much she may never know, but what she did know was this–prayer works.
She prayed in the storm and God guided her through it. She prayed the necessary prayer of the ugly and God made her feel like new. This was the process: she prayed, believed, and received. Renewed, she got up smiling, she dried her eyes assured that everything was going to be all right.
As if consenting, in agreement, the rain had suddenly stopped and the wind had calmed. What a phenomenal display of authority! At this, she was reassured; that she is never forgotten nor forsaken, God knows her name and he knows yours, too!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vanessa Richardson is an author, poet, and playwright. Vanessa has written several stage productions and has been blessed to perform them at various venues. Her stage production includes Mama Rainey, Someone to Love Me, Why Do Bad Things Happens to Good People? Lord, I Don’t Understand, and The Fullness Of Time. Visit her online at www.vanessarichardson.com.