Facing Goliath - TINA V (top 5 books to read TXT) 📗

Copyright ©2011 by Tina V


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This e-book is entirely fiction. The characters, places and events used are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people or life is coincidental and not intended by the author.


This is it!

I signed the note and posted it at the corkboard. I went to the bathroom, took the Pine-Sol and looked myself in the mirror. “It’ll be over soon,” I murmured. I felt a tear drop as I closed my eyes.

Afterwards, I saw four men rushing through my door.

“Hey, what you doin’,” I asked; they didn’t bother to hear me. I wanted to shout and run, but I didn’t have the strength. I was terrified I couldn’t move my body.

They covered my mouth with an oxygen mask, placed me in a stretcher and carried me outside. They positioned me inside a van; two men got in and sat beside me.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said.

Nobody answered; one man shouted, “Hurry up! We’re losing her!” as he tapped the side of the van.

“Please let me go,” I begged them as I covered my face with both hands and wept. I was helpless.

Later I heard a sound from behind; “Why are you crying?” a strange voice asked.

I looked around, but it was too bright to see. I heard again the voice, “Look beyond what normal eyes can see.”

I stood up and saw a man in an all-white suit. I was astonished. I was standing on the cloud. “Where am I? Who are you?” I managed to ask. I wondered, “Is he the one I think he is?”

“I AM who you think I AM,”

He answered, looking through my eyes.

“So, where were you when I needed you most?” I questioned Him. My fist tightened; my feelings hardened.

“Did you call?”

“You never answered,”

“Really?”

“What life did you gave me? Never met my father; Mom gave me up for adoption. I haven’t seen my brother. I – I think,” I mumbled and wept.

“Go on,”

“I think I was cursed. I ran away from my foster home. I hated it! I turned to friends and drugs to find peace; all it gave me was more pain.”

“Uh-huh,”

“I found Eric; I thought he loved me, but he too left. Now my boss fired me; what’d you think I'll do?” I cried terribly when I told him all my pains; although, I felt relieved I’ve said it.

I looked Him straight with my head up and not a blink in the eyes I said, “I’m alone and desperate. What more is there to live? If you are who you say you are, where were you?”

“Who brings boxes of groceries at your doorstep always?” He smiled.

“Don’t know, we’ve got nothing left,”

He walked towards me and said, “Don’t lose your heart, Crista. Your sufferings achieve eternal glory that far outweighs it all,”

“What’d you mean?”

“Look at David and Goliath; David, though he’s small, defeated Goliath who’s a giant.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“Your Goliath is yourself; face your fears, face anger and you’ll defeat your Goliath that’s causing the pain,”

“I don’t understand,”

“Every hurt you keep in your heart adds up to your baggage. The more you add, the heavier it gets, the more difficult to carry, and the more expensive price you have to pay,”

“So?”

“If you face yourself, you’ll see a picture of your Goliath. Accept who you are, forgive and let go. Trust me to uncover the truth for you,” He said firmly.

Then the clouds opened and like a television monitor, I saw a woman lying in a bed. She was whispering something to her son, “Find Crista; tell her I love her.”

“Mom?”

“She was dying of cancer when she gave you for adoption,”

“She’s thinking of my future?”

“Yes,”

“All those times I thought she doesn’t love me, but she did what she needed to do just for me to have a good life,” I wept.

“It’s alright Crista,”

I heard a woman’s voice from behind; then I saw her standing in front of me. I ran, embraced her and said, “Mom, I’m sorry. I messed up.” I sobbed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said. She turned towards the monitor and asked, “Do you recognize that guy?”

“The guy in the van?”

“He’s your brother,”

“Carl?”

“Yes, go back and tell him. I love you both,” she said and disappeared.

“Wait! I love you, too,” I cried.

“Look,” He said.

I saw two boys crying beside me in the hospital bed.

“Those boys love you,”

“Jacob, he’s 12 and Jairo, he just turned 8. I’m so foolish I forgot about them,”

“Listen and be wise; keep your heart on the right path,”

“How?”

“Do what a mother must do,”

“But I’m scared. I can’t be a good mother to them,”

“Stand firm; do not let yourself be burdened by the yoke of fears, fits of rage and bondage of pride,”

“I’m weak. They’ll be better off without me,” I said, lowering my head. I was ashamed for him to see my expression.

“Have courage, Crista. My grace is sufficient for my power is made perfect in your weakness. Live in faith,”

“Will I see you again?” I asked, tears continuously flowing through my eyes.

“Of course,”

“How will I know you’re there?”

“Fix your eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen; for what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. Now go, my grace be with you,”

He raised his hand and a light flashed through my eyes. I felt like I was falling from the sky. I was grasping for my breath as I opened my eyes. I heard voices exclaimed, “Thank God, she’s safe!”

“Mrs. Sutter, do you feel okay?”

I nodded; my boys hugged me and cried, “Mom, we love you!”

The young man pressed my hand gently as he smiled; at last, my long lost brother.

I looked outside the window. I knew in my heart He was watching over us. He helped me face my Goliath; He saved me from dying.

Publication Date: 07-13-2011

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