This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday– write for five minutes on a one word prompt. The prompt today is “abandon”.
The child felt abandoned.
She was loved, and in many ways she was surrounded by security, but over her generally happy life there was a dark shadow.
It seemed that no-one could see, and when she tried to speak she had not been understood. Her cries fell on deaf ears and she was abandoned to her fate.
Later, when it ended, the anxiety became overwhelming. Again she felt abandoned. No-one heard; no-one understood. She didn’t even understand herself.
But fortunately there was one who did understand- one who saw her, one who pursued her, one who would never leave her.
And in a single moment, at nine years of age, it all slotted into place and made sense. A God who cared, a God who had power, a God who loved, a God who sacrificed to put things right, a God who offered hope even in the midst of pain.
In her abandonment she turned to him and she knew him- a God who was there, a God who listened, a God she could talk to at night when there was no-one else to hear.
She was never abandoned, never alone, and he walked with her all the way, through everything that lay ahead. He never left her side.
“Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you.” (Deuteronomy 31:8 NLT)