Introduction
Forget about the butterflies in your belly, the Love goddess striking an arrow of Love. What had become of her was despicable, her heart was thrust with a dagger to the utmost of the distribution plant. The trust had been slammed to tatters, A little drop of Love too had dried up, and Hope had flown to the uttermost peak of the desert. She questioned every moment of her life whether it was worth living anymore.
"Every beauty that had given her reason to stay alive had disappeared like a puff of smoke in the air, her soulmate, job, her future seemed to have betrayed her". It all came gushing down like hailstone. Strong on the outside but one step away from her grave on the inside. Whether she was being transformed into a warrior is still a question that will only be answered in the future.
For 10 months, she was still gathering the strength to tell her Love that their only pride was no more. In the 5 months, she made friends with suicide, loneliness, and staying silently in agony had become her apartment. She felt Justice hadn't been served. What the future held seemed next to none existance.
When the 7 months landed, there seemed to be some ray of hope on the other side of the River. She still could not put things together on why her life was the way it was. Why did her Best friend change overnight? Why did the people she thought would have her back betray her?
Was it the real orientation of advanced adulthood? Was it a point when life was having a toil on her?
Nobody could give her the answers to all these questions but someday she hoped that things would be better. Her story life was like a Plane falling from the sky at supersonic speed and crushing down to flames, with zero evidence of the crime. She wondered whether she would love again, she would trust again. She was an inspiration pillar on the outside for those around her till one day, one evening the coin flipped.
The Most precious thing that money could not buy had an enclosed conversation with her. It was her long-time buddy who had watched her life unfold and blossom like a flower, seeing her dark stormy rainy days. This loyal friend was the Holy Spirit. He gave her answers to the questions she sought, and he reminded her of her value, the priceless gift she has. The Highest of All gave her ALL the answers she was looking for. They had a heart-to-heart conversation and immediately, the dark veil on her eyes fell off, the sorrow, agony and despair disappeared and this was the moment she kissed goodbye to the heart - break she had all the while.
Conclusion
There are wounds in life that take infinity to heal or scars that will never disappear except by the touch of the highest. Most people that we may see every day may be walking dead because they have no reason/purpose to live again. Because they are far from their souls but Christ is the Only Anchor at the Cross of Calvary. Cast it all to Him. There is still a reason to believe and hope again.