Inspired by Galatians 2:20-21: “I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. So the life I now live in the body, I live because of the faithfulness of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I do not set aside God’s grace, because if righteousness could come through the law, then Christ died for nothing!” [New English Translation]
When she awakens, she finds herself in an abandoned shack. It is dark, and very cold. The little girl shivers and retreats to a corner of the room. The shack has a very foul smell, and every now and then there are spontaneous flashes of light. Not the angelic light, that is often spoken of in stories and legends, but one that gives off a rather unpleasant burning sensation.
There are also creatures whose identities are unbeknownst to the little girl, lurking about the shack. They are horrid little (and sometimes rather large) things. She has never seen such beings before and is terrified of their unpredictable nature. Sometimes there are whispers, directed at her, that she hears in the shack. They say things like, “You belong in a cage…nobody would even know if you disappeared…you are worthless.…Is there even a point to your existence?…” Other times, there are screams that pierce her ears, and she cowers in fear. She is imprisoned in the shack for about a year. As the days go by, her agonies only worsen. She eventually stops caring about the possibility of her Sunshine ever returning to her and gives up on her survival.
The sun rises, a new day. Possibly the very last for the little girl. She is huddled up in one of the corners of the shack, shivering and struggling to breathe. She knows very well that these are the very last moments of her earthly existence. She only wishes that she could have spent her last moments with someone she loved, instead of in solitude. As she is about to take her very last breath, a man knocks on the shack door seven times.
“I wonder who that could be,” thinks the little girl to herself.
She ignores the knocking, because even now she knows that no one will come for her. The man knocks again, seven times. The little girl struggles to speak as she says: “What do you want?”
“May I come in?” asks the man.
“Who is it?” asks the little girl.
“It’s me,” said the man, as a warm smile appeared on his face.
Recognizing the voice immediately, she weakly replies, “You may,” and in a barely hushed whisper she takes her very last breath.
“I am here,” the man replies. He waits for some sort of snarky reply from the little girl. Nothing. He decides not to wait anymore and busts the door open.
He finds her lifeless form on the floor on the far side of the room. His heart stops for and he begins to weep. Determined not to be consumed by emotion, he races over to her in hopes that he is not too late. “I had hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this,” he thinks to himself with the solemnest of expressions across his face. He gently picks up her limp body and places her head on his lap. He rests his right hand on her forehead, lets out a huge sigh, and closes his eyes. He stays in this position for many hours. Eventually, the color begins to return to the girls face, air slowly fills her lungs, and her eyes start to open. Suddenly, she sits up. As she does so, to her dismay, the man falls to the floor; limp and lifeless. “No, it can’t be!” cries out the little girl, looking at what had been the man who had saved her life. She tries thinking of anything that she could possibly do to return the fav0r. Nothing. She cries and whimpers, “I’m so sorry, if only I had listened to you back then.” Immediately after saying those words, she hears what sounds like faint grunting. She looks up and sees the man lives! She gasps, “You’re alive!”
“Of course I am alive,” replies the man, as a warm smile spreads across his face.
He seems to have a certain light about him; at the very sight of him she feels at peace. “Excuse me sir,” asks the little girl, “but who are you?”
The man chuckles and replies, “An old friend.” Understanding what he means, the girl smiles and gives him a subtle nod.
“How did you find me?” asks the little girl, slightly bewildered.
“I know you,” says the man, “and I knew you would be here, because it was I that brought you here. I needed to prepare a safe place for you but needed you to wait here until I was able to come back.”
“But why did you…?” asks the little girl, “I certainly didn’t deserve it especially not after how horribly I treated you.”
The man takes a brief pause before saying, “Because I love you, and would give my life 1,000 times over, if I knew I could save yours.”
The little girl is speechless. The man kneels beside her and asks, “Young Miss, what brings you onto the floor?” Embarrassed, the hue in the girl’s face becomes like that of a ripe tomato, but she gives no answer. Despite the lack of a response from the little girl, the man can tell what is on her mind. “Oh, I see. You have been crying. Why were you crying?”
The girl begins to weep. The man puts his hand on her shoulder, and waits for her to finish. As she quiets down, he opens his mouth to speak, “I understand, you feel like you have no one to go to; nowhere to call home.” The girl nods as the man wipes the tears from her face. “I knew that you would be here, so I came. Don’t you see? You don’t have to bear all of this alone anymore. You’ve always have me, I’m by your side now, and you will always have me, no matter what happens."
At that, the man takes her hand and leads her out of the shack. “Where are we going?” Asks the little girl, beaming with joy.
“We are going to a very special place; you will better understand when we get there.” Says the man.
Questions to Ponder: When has the whisper of God spoken to you? What did she say? What did you do with what you were told?