A Story Of Faith
By: Angie Sarich
This is a story about the girl named, “ Angela” in Beth Moore’s “ Believing God” session 2.
I was given permission to include it within this story. So copying this would be illegal.
I hope you enjoy it:)
Faith was at her wits end with life. She was delirious and practically incoherent. Switching between
Her morning alcohol and her “ vitamins” as she called the narcotics. The scars on her arms only tell half of her story. The scars on the inside were too painful and heartbreaking to bring to the surface.
She lost her identity somewhere on the subway, and she lost her purity at some college party.
Every promise anyone ever made in her life was broken. She was like a ripple in the sea, just another face to add to the world, but veered as much out of sight as possible. To be invisible meant she didn’t have to share her heart with anyone, it meant she didn’t have to share her past.
She walked into the lit alley, still high from the drugs she was given by a “ friend”. The air was freezing, and she barely had enough layers to her clothing. “ I just want all of it to end.”
She said to herself, as she slowly continued grasping her heels into the concrete.
She grabbed a cigarette out of her purse, and lit it. Feeling dizzy, she made her way over to the curb to sit down, and began to cry.
Out of the darkness a figure appears. Faith doesn’t notice, or really care.
The moon shadows over a young girl. She is not much older than Faith.
She stands behind her.
“ Excuse me, but are you okay, can I help you?” the young girl asks.
Faith pulls herself out of the palms of her hands, and looks up at the girl.
She gives her a irritated look, and stumbles to her feet.
The young girl backs away, and Faith starts down the sidewalk again.
The young girl sees the condition Faith is in, and knows she does need help.
“ Listen, I’m sorry. It’s just that you were sitting where I sleep.”
She sits down on the curb, and pulls out some items out of her backpack,
Faith looks back to see the items the girl pulls out of a little bag.
A book, and a pencil.
The young girls appearance shocks her. She feels her throat develop a lump,
as she asks, “ You, you sleep here.”
The young girl smiles and nods. The small torn book sits her hands.
Faith goes back and sits by the girl.
“ Do you need something to eat, or a place to eat, or something?”
She digs through her pockets and handbag looking for some loose change,
And finds some broken crackers.
The young girl pretends she doesn’t hear what Faith asked.
“ Its quite comfortable isn’t it?” she pats the curb, and opens the book in her lap.
Faith sits there looking at the girl in confusion and amazement.
The young girl puts her hand out to Faith, “ My name is Grace.”
Faith shakes her hand and shares her name as well.
“ Its beautiful isn’t it?” Grace looks up into the night sky at all the stars.
As they both just sit there with no words, she can’t help but think that this is the first conversation she had with someone that didn’t result in an argument or physical fight.
“ So why were you crying?” Grace turns her head to ask.
Faith puts her head down.
“ Its okay, you don’t have to tell me.” She answers.
Faith pushes her emotions down into her stomach.