Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Zebulon - Day 120 - Historical Fiction

Even though I was hurting, I put my arms around Rosie, and tried to comfort her. She struggled, but I kept holding on until she settled down some. 

"I remember...I remember..." she whispered to me. 

"What do you remember, Rosie? Shhhh. It's okay. I'm here with you. I won't let anything hurt you. I know it's dark down here, but we're here for each other. What is it you remember?"

"I've been here before. I had forgotten until now. When I was about three years old, our Da brought me here to visit them for a week. I was so excited! For some reason, Ma was sick and he said my grandparents wanted me to visit them for awhile. The first night I was here, I wet the bed because I was so excited. Da had gone back home and left me with them." 

"What happened then, Rosie?"

"Our grandma told me that I needed to learn better and maybe a night in the cellar would help me remember that I wasn't supposed to wet the bed. I was scared and it was dark; there were creepy, crawly things that got on me and then when I got back upstairs the next morning, I was hoarse from crying. Needless to say, that didn't cure me from wetting the bed. I spent every night in the cellar. I can't believe I forgot that. Now, here I am again." She began sobbing again.

"I'm here with you, Rosie. I won't let anything hurt you, I promise." Holding her close, I resolved to get even with them. 
Then I remembered what Sgt. Finley had told me about getting even with people and how God always took care of it. 

That night as I held Rosie, I struggled with my thoughts. The Holy Spirit was convicting me of my need for Jesus; the scriptures I had been reading came back to me in the middle of that dark night. I cried out to Him, and he answered, giving me peace of mind. I surrendered my soul to Jesus on that dark night in the cellar and knew, somehow, that things were going to be all right. 

(To be continued) 


Delores said...

Ah...a glimmer of hope in a cold dark night. Once that light begins to shine, nothing can put it out.

Grammy said...

Amen, sister!

Mom's Blog said...

I think you need to write more than 1 chapter a day.....

Mom's Blog said...

Just sayin'....