Jewells of Thought

This event in my life was traumatic to say the least. This specific evening brought a new perspective as an adult to this as well. My brother sometimes has several children at his place and they always tend to migrate to our house. My dad and brother are really good with kids. Kids seem to migrate to their good vibes.

Anyhow that night having a “s” in our house with a little girl under the age of 5 scared us even more and especially me with my senses on high alert that night.

However, before she came over with my brother I needed to take my mind off the intense traumatic experience that happened in my room. My Preacher and his son were on a trip to Israel. I remember hearing about them posting some photos and videos so I thought what better time to look those posts up.

While hearing them sing in caves with beautiful photos I was able to briefly forget my fears. They were singing praises to God.

Who can be afraid while you are listening to people singing praises to Almighty God?

This time was crucial for me during or right after our supper time. It was getting darker outside and bedtime was coming. My bedroom seemed more like a crime scene than a bed to sleep in that night.

Daddy felt sorry enough to give me a Zanax. Personally I knew if I didn’t get back into my room that evening I might never feel safe there ever again. So I left my bedroom door open in case I had to scream and I kept on several specific lights. Then finally the medicine and my exhaustion took over…