The Woman

Broken.

The woman lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving marble floor. Her body ached from her fresh scrapes and bruises, but she did not tend to them. She was hardly mindful of them. What she had just experienced had been horrible, but she knew what she had coming would be even worse.  As she gasped for breath, dust filled her mouth. She choked and coughed. She wished she could cough her insides out and crawl out of her skin. She was filled with anger and hatred, certainly toward the men who had put her in that position, but mostly toward herself. In her gut she had always known it would get her into trouble one day. But she never imagined it would be like this. Not here. Not like this.

Their voices drifted far away as if in a tunnel. The harsh words they shouted were true. She screamed them at herself internally. She was dirty. She was shame-filled. She was worthless. She slowly moved her hands and curled them over her head – partly to block the sounds, and partly to provide what little protection she could from the blows that were sure to follow. She was somewhat grateful for her long hair to provide partial covering for her body. But what did it matter anyway? So many of the men standing there had already seen all of her.  But who was she to stand up and accuse them? She was just a woman.

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She waited, but the strikes never came. The noise slowly quieted until there was just awkward silence. Was she alone? For the first time in several minutes she dared look up. He was there. His eyes were locked on hers. He was taking off His coat to cover her. His eyes. They weren’t like most men’s eyes. His eyes never strayed from looking into hers. And the depth. The tenderness. The compassion. He held out His hand toward her. She began to reach for it but then realized He must not really know. She couldn’t risk the hurt of Him turning her away after He knew. “You know I…” she started in. But He cut her short with a finger to her lips. “Shh… I know. I already know.” And His eyes said He really did. “That’s so good that you know that about yourself, too. But let’s not stay there. It’s your past – not your future. Take my hand and walk with Me. Let’s do it different this time – together.”

And the woman took His hand.

Restored.

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  1. What a wonderful expression of a wonderful event…it really makes us understand the real reason Jesus came to earth–it was for us!

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