Lost At Sea (Part Two)*

*** This is the second half of Lucy's story. The first half is posted immediately before this blog entry, titled Lost At Sea Part One, and should be read before this one. My apologies for the spacing issues -- I am transcribing this from my FanStory portfolio.


                          Lost At Sea (Part Two)

The day Lucy threw her heart away, I was walking along the shore, tossing stranded starfish back into the receding waters by my home. I knew she'd be back. The ocean calls to those who confide in her.



I met her by the sand dunes. When she saw me standing there, holding the bottle containing her message, she started to cry. Now a young woman, she'd never trusted anyone in her life, but a few gentle words were all it took for her to realize I meant her no harm. The sun dipped behind the horizon and still she stayed, listening to the ocean's song and tasting the salt in the air. The stars came out over our heads. When I pointed out my house, she smiled and said it looked beautiful.


"Not compared to you," I said. I knew she didn't believe me, but every word was true.


Once we became friends, we often spent time together at the beach but never on the stormy days. When it clouded over, the cold, green ocean water reminded her too much of her cold and lonely childhood. She spoke of the days when she would wander the empty streets of a nearby, abandoned part of town looking for someone to play with. Once, she found a lost dog, but most of the time, she sat and talked to the pine trees swaying in the breeze by the empty buildings. If the door was locked when she returned, she crawled in the doghouse in the backyard and slept until her mother decided to let her in.

It broke my heart knowing she suffered for two days with a broken leg, because no one believed she couldn't walk on it. We talked of how her reprieve came, all those years ago, gift-wrapped as a rare childhood disease. Although the emotional abuse continued, a child being taken to a hospital and physical therapy several times a week cannot be beaten without alerting authorities to that child's plight.


How does a child exist in the face of such severe emotional pain?

God gave Lucy three gifts to help her survive her childhood.

One was a strong will to survive along with the ability to escape emotionally to far away places. He sent people into her life who loved her, and gave her new hope when it seemed too hard to go on.



The second gift seemed inexplicable; she felt others' pain, sometimes even more so than her own, which helped her understand. With understanding came forgiveness and Lucy didn't have to waste her time being angry about the past. When Lucy forgave her abusers, it set her heart free.

The third gift brought the greatest healing, for when she writes, she helps others find their way to a place of comfort, light and love.


In our relationship, she found the love and acceptance she'd longed for all her life. I still have that bottle sitting in my house, with the note asking, "How could anyone ever love me?"


Underneath her desperation, I wrote, "How could I not?"


To this day, I love her more than she will ever be able to comprehend. Healing doesn't happen overnight and Lucy still needs reassurance to help her understand her own worth.


Sometimes we laugh together.

Other times we cry.

Tonight, as I shared this story with you, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, "Jesus, I'd be lost without You. Please don't leave me."


I wrapped my arms around My little girl and whispered, "Precious child, whom I love. I will never abandon you. Your heart is safe with Me for all eternity."


That is Lucy's story, my friends. Would you like to hear yours? Come rest in My arms and I will comfort you.

All my love,
Jesus