@bettystephen706: COME BACK, a dramatic monologue, written by Betty M. Stephen (coming in the near future) When the enemy shot me in my head, the pain traveled to my heart, piercing my soul with a burning sensation I cannot describe. I thought for sure I was going to die. My fellow soldier brother was beside me, covering me, shielding me from the fire. He risked his own life trying to save mine. Here in this place after all I went through, I stood wondering where were You? Did You leave me to die? Yes, I remember what You said. You said You would never leave me nor forsake me. You said You would stick closer than a brother. Lord, it didn't feel like it back then. Some told me, "Don't go by your feelings." You gave us feelings. You gave us the ability to touch, to smell, to hear, to see, to feel. How was I supposed to ignore what I felt? How was I supposed to dismiss the loneliness, the fear, the pain, the silence? They turned my shortcomings into sensationalism among the gossip mongers, then disguised it all with, "We'll pray for him." They discussed my wounds as if they were headlines. They analyzed my failures as if they were experts on my pain. They passed my name from conversation to conversation, adding their opinions, their assumptions, and their judgments. Then when they were finished, they wrapped it all in spiritual language. "We'll pray for him." I didn't need to be discussed. I needed to be understood. I didn't need a committee meeting about my struggles. I needed a brother to stand beside me. I didn't need my failures broadcast to everyone willing to listen. I needed someone willing to help carry the weight of what I was going through. The enemy wounded me on the battlefield, but the whispers wounded me in the camp. Sometimes those wounds cut deeper because they came from people who knew my name, knew my story, and claimed to know my God. I wanted answers. I wanted explanations. I wanted You to make sense of what made no sense. Now, looking back, I realize something. You were never silent. The reason I survived wasn't because I was strong. It wasn't because I was smart. It wasn't because I fought harder than the enemy. It was because even when I couldn't feel Your presence, Your hand was still on my life. I thank you Lord for the "Come Back." © Betty M. Stephen. All Rights Reserved. Excerpts posted are copyright protected and is the Intellectual property of Betty M. Stephen. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution is prohibited.

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