TITLELESS🤷♀️💝 by Oreoluwa Precious
"When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell." She sounded brave.
She continued, "Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident." She sniffed. She knew the waterworks were no longer at bay; she could no longer see the pages of the Book.
That did not matter. She continued, "One thing have I desired of the LORD..." she could go on more. Not because she did not know the words of the Psalmist but because she was ashamed. The Book fell from her hands as they found their way to her mouth in an attempt to stifle a sob.
The voice in her head continued for her, "...that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple." Moyo groaned. Her hands covered her ears as she cried for the voice to be silent. The pain was too much to bear.
Quietly, she muttered alongside the voice, "For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock."
Her nails dug into her hair as she screamed unto Heaven, "But you didn't! You did none of it! You lied! You promised and failed!"
She waited with tears streaming down her face and got no reply.
Moyo wiped her tears angrily, "You never talk to me anyway. You didn't answer me before she died... I trusted you! I had faith and prayed! I believed you could bring her back to life! I quoted your words back to you! I believed in you. She believed in you but what do you do? You just sit on your fancy throne and look pretty!"
She didn't wait for a reply this time. She continued, "This was her Psalm. She read it everytime. She read it when she woke up. She read it before she slept."
Her mother's voice continued, "And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD."
Moyo yelled hoping that if she yelled enough, the voice would go away, "What did you ever do for her? For us! You took her away from me!"
The voice was strangely louder, "Hear, O LORD, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me."
Moyo's voice broke. The tears came back and now she was pleading, "Please tell her to stop talking. At least."
She rested her head between her thighs and hugged her knees. The tears streamed freely. She had no strength left. She was done. Let the voice continue. She was just going to check herself into an asylum.
Softly, someone said, "Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart and again, I say wait." And she knew it was not her mother's voice.
PS: honestly, situations come and go. Some spiral out of our control and threaten to send us in a dark dark place but I am here to remind you that out of your control is in God's control. And, He loves you beyond reasonable doubt. Byeeeeee.
-TITLELESS
(Oreoluwa Precious)
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