Rescued

I had fallen into a dark pit. I try my hardest to climb out, but each try becomes a failed attempt. I crumble into the dirt and cry in frustration.

"Why do I always fail?"

You are not good enough!

"But I'm trying to be!" I continue to cry out.

Trying isn't good enough.

Like a dart to the heart, the pain pierces right through me and I succumb to the cold voice inside my head. I bury my tear stained face into my dirty hands and cry.

"Find me, in my hidden places. Come find me even where the shadows hide. Strike a match, bring a torch, illuminate the deep divide and find me!"

A voice enters my mind:

"Do you remember who you are?"

I shiver as I replay in my mind past mistakes, painful memories, and heartaches.

"No, try again. Please try and remember!" The voice says.

My head still buried in my hands, I shake my head.

"Failure." I reply.

A few moments later, a flicker of truth enters my mind.

“We are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ.” [Romans 8: 16-17]

"Marlisa, you are MY daughter!"

At that moment, a flood of warmth embraces me. I pull my head up from my hands and look up to the beautiful light.

There He is. His arm extended out towards me, waiting to lift me out of the dark abyss. I look at his hand and see the significant punctured mark.

"Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me." [Isaiah 49:16]

I grab hold of his strong hand and before I know it, I'm in the arms of my older brother.

"You are safe, my dear sister!"

I was so overwhelmed with joy and relief! My heart felt like it was being mended and a smile reappeared on my face. We just stood there in each others arms, tears of joy streaming down our faces. I was rescued and he still continues to rescue me each time I fall.