Fiction Saturday

𝕀 π”Έπ•ž 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕀

“Good morning, sunshine!” Ellie sang out, dropping her keys on the table. “How are you this morning, Kayla?”
Inwardly, I groaned. So much perkiness was a little too much this early in the morning. Aloud I answered, “Okay, I guess. My head still hurts, and my ankle swelled up last night, but I’m doing better than I was two days ago.”
She grimaced, probably remembering the pathetic condition I was in when I arrived. Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. They had beat me up pretty badly.
Handing me a coffee, Ellie said, “You look much better, that’s for sure. Drink your coffee, and then I’ll take you shopping.”
At my quizzical look, she clarified, “For new clothes. I know several places that have good quality items for lower prices.”
Looking down at what I had on, I asked, “What’s wrong with what I’ve already got?”
She hesitated, then answered, “Nothing’s wrong with it. I just thought you’d like to have something new to wear to the party.”
“Party?! What party? Who said I wanted to go to a party?”
Ellie laughed. “There’s no need to sound so excited, Kayla! To answer your first question, Senator King and his wife are hosting a Christmas party. Devon and the senator work together, which is why we were invited. I thought it would be good for you to get out and meet some people. But if you don’t feel comfortable coming, that’s totally fine.”
Now I felt a little stuck. Part of me really wanted to go to a party, have fun and forget everything, but I was scared. What if they found out where I was? What if they tried to hurt me again?
At that moment, I realized something. They cannot define who I am. I could live the rest of my life in fear, always hiding, always on the run, or I could forgive, move on, and live my life the way He meant.
I looked up at her and said, “I’ll go. What time do you want to leave?”
Ellie smiled, very happy with my decision. “I’m proud of you, Kayla. Why don’t we leave at 11 or so, and we can go to lunch, too?”
“Sure. I want to do something really quick; then I’ll be ready.”
Running upstairs, I pulled out my journal and turned to the next empty page. As I did so, I noticed that I’ll soon need a new journal. I had written in it a lot to process my hurt.
Dear Journal
I feel so liberated. I finally realized today that my past, and what they did to me, no longer need to be my burden to carry. Jesus has erased it all with His blood, and I don’t have to live in fear anymore! I wish I had realized this a lot sooner.
Jesus, I am surrendering my life to You again. Take my brokenness, hurt and fears and make me a new person, created for a special purpose. I am Yours.
Ellie has been my biggest supporter and confidante. She has taken me in and listened to my story and encouraged me every day. She has guided me through my struggles, like a compass guides an explorer. I thank Him every day for her.
Well, we’re heading out for lunch and shopping now. I’m going with Ellie and Devon to a party tonight, and I’m actually looking forward to it.
Thank you, Jesus.

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