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Salvation Stories: Lyddie. Free Read. Jesus Saves

 


Warning: contains suicidal references.


Lyddie looks up:

billions of lights on a black velvet background. 

Endless. Mysterious.

Later on, she would realize that something deep inside

of her changed in that moment,

but right now, she remains unaware,

merely registering their presence

as they look down on her in her desperation,

as she paces round and round the swimming pool

a girl of seventeen, alone, her family fast asleep.

After a while, she stops walking, and stares

and stares at the quiet, deep water.

The water lures her softly,

the same friendly daytime bright blue water,

now dark and dangerous.

But that she doesn't see.

She hears only the voice of the water calling:

jump, jump, jump,

I will help you end everything,

you will feel nothing.

Come, come, come.

A frail looking teenager 

with freckles and straight brown hair,

swinging her legs slowly in the water.

It feels silky, tempting, welcoming. Almost.

A breeze begins to blow beneath the starry sky,

a breeze that makes the leaves dance,

until several fall onto the water 

and break the spell.


Lyddie hears another voice

whispering deep inside her heart:

a voice from her childhood;

a tender, loving, kind voice:

Come to Me.

The words dance with the leaves 

and twinkle with the stars.

You are precious.

Lyddie looks up once more.


Only one voice lingers in the night




Dearest Reader,

Are you in a desperate, lonely place? Call on Jesus. Reach out. Get help. Phone a friend.


Remember, Jesus saves. He loves you.


Love and prayers,

Alison.


Photo credit: Fabrice Villard. Unsplash.

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