Get Your Hands Out My Cookie Jar!

Isis’s found herself standing in front of her bathroom mirror, gripping onto the edge of the counter for dear life; to say she was in heat was an understatement.  She’d just gotten out of the shower in hopes of calming the sizzling uproar her hormones had caused.  To no surprise she was still a bit heated, although the shower did ease the intensity for her.  Taking in a deep breath then exhaling slowly Isis was determined to remain celibate if it killed her and from the looks of things she would surely die.  She couldn’t believe she even made it to the three month mark without giving in.  Everyone was cheering for her to fail, especially her friends who for some reason wanted her to stay wild and crazy.  Men of her past felt the need to remind her of all the things she liked instead of encouraging her desire to live better.  Her family believes “once a whore, always a whore” so they definitely wasn’t taking her celibacy seriously.  They went as far as accusing her of having a STD that she didn’t want to spread and that being her only reason for not having sex.  When the truth was actually that Isis had grown tired of the fast life.  Yeah, she enjoyed having sex but she always felt so empty after the fact.  In the beginning, it was fun making men plea and beg for her attention but now it was totally played out.  A dog had a better reputation than she did.  Isis had broken up countless marriages, her family didn’t trust her around their men, and none of her friends were really her friends.  Seriously, what real friends would allow you to pass yourself around like a baton in a race?  Or maybe that’s to be expected when they did the same things.  Isis would drink and get down in a heartbeat and she was good at it.  It wasn’t like there were not guys out there who wanted her; a few were actually good guys but she never desired a serious relationship.  She always wanted freedom to do whatever or whoever she wanted but lately it had become unbearable.  Isis had had so many abortions the doctor refused to perform anymore informing her that her body could not handle it and she may want to consider a lifestyle change.  Little did he know, that’s all she had been thinking about.

Month after month, she would promise herself she wouldn’t give in but she always did.  She hated how many sexual partners she had.  She hated the reputation she had earned around the neighborhood.  She hated how empty she had become because of her actions.  Isis broke down and cried on her bathroom floor like a baby.  She was so broken as she lied on the floor attempting to scream away her frustrations through tears.  She had no one she could call and open up to, no one!  Out of all the men she had given her body to she could not rely on one to help her in her time of despair.

Suddenly, she received a notification on her cell phone.  Isis considered ignoring it but her curiosity got the best of her due to it being 2am and everyone in her circle was out partying or up to no good.  Dragging her heavy body off the floor, she grabbed her cell phone from the counter and read her text message.

 “Psalm 147:3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds”

Strangely, there was no number only a text.  “How in the world can I have a text message without a number” Isis thought.  She rushed out of the bathroom into her kitchen, feverishly searching through her junk drawer for a small green bible she was given months ago from someone walking around Walmart parking lot.  Upon finding it, she looked for Psalm 147:3 and discovered it was accurate.  Becoming agitated Isis wanted to know who was playing on her phone.  She text back, “Who is this?” expecting it not to go through but it did.  Five minutes passed and she hadn’t received a response so she placed her phone down and grabbed a wine glass believing she had lost her mind.  As soon as she placed her hand on the wine bottle she received another text.  Frozen in place, she contemplated if she should read it.  Moving away from the wine bottle she grabbed her phone to read the message.

Psalm 91:4

Flipping through the small bible Isis read out loud, “He shall cover thee with his feathers and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.”  Tears streamed from her eyes as she fell to her knees repenting the way her mother taught her when she was a little girl.  The next day Isis called Verizon about the text messages but there was no record of her receiving anything around that time; Isis was speechless.  She made her mind up to get to know the God in the book her mother use to read faithfully before she passed away fourteen years ago.  It would be a hard road but she knew she had nothing to lose and everything to gain.  That day was her new beginning and for the first time in a long time she had genuine joy in her heart.

1 John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

~Earlene J.