My cell phone was ringing somewhere this morning. I didn’t know where it was, but I could hear it. My face was covered with moisturizer as I stared at myself half clad in the bathroom mirror. “Should I run and try to find the phone or not?” In a split second decision I ran toward the sound and realized, on my way down the stairs, that the phone was in my purse sitting on the sofa. My hands were covered in moisturizer. “Dare I reach into my purse’s cloth pocket and get the phone? Yes!” Caller ID flashed my sister’s number. I had to get it.
Debby won a wagon full of toys. “Do I know a family with small boys who could use a really good wagon…someone who cannot afford such extravagance?” Ah, Sister Deb, I LOVE your heart. That’s what the call was about, however, that was not the important part of the call for me. We talked nigh onto a half hour or more. She told me that her life has turned around so dramatically that she can hardly believe she is awake. She feels like she’s in a dream. Since being exonerated from an embezzlement charge and the real perpetrator is facing big jail time, she says many positive things are happening to her so fast that she can hardly take it all in. One of the small things was winning this wagon full of toys and a $50.00 gift card to Toys ‘R Us.
“Dawn,” she said, “during the period of time when I was fired from my job of 35 years after being falsely accused of embezzlement, I hated myself. No one knows what it is like to hate themselves unless they have lived this hell. You are inside this body and you can’t get away from yourself. You don’t know who believes what you’ve been accused of and who believes you couldn’t have done it. Over the past month since I been exonerated, each day it feels as if pieces of rotting flesh are falling off me. I can feel my old self again and, frankly, I am so glad to be back. I’ve missed me. The loathing I have had to live for the past 3 1/2 years is falling off bit by bit. It’s like I’m being rewarded for seeing this through.”
Friends who read here and have prayed for my sister, she is being restored. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for praying. I thought I was going to lose her. Praise Jesus, she made it through–with His help.
He is with us,