Today I’m sharing a short story I wrote as part of the “They Have a Story” Link up over at Emily Anne’s blog. She posts a Inspiration Picture every month, and we have the choice to write something on it or not. You should check it out if you like writing. :) This is my first time participating. So without further ado, here’s the photo, and my story!
A Greater Freedom by Raechel Lenore
I was afraid again. Not afraid for my own life, but for the precious life of the daughter clinging to me as we awaited our coming judgement. It was always the same. To others, we were never worth more than the tasks we could accomplish. I wanted my daughter to have so much more. But so much had already been ripped away from us. Too much. Sometimes I felt like, “What is one more thing?” but in my soul, I fought against that bleakness. I wanted to believe there was hope, and that it would find us sooner than later.
I watched as the white man came towards, closing the distance between us until finally he stood in front of us. “What have I done?” I whispered in fear, my voice trembling no matter how strong I tried to be for my daughter.
The white man only smiled. But it wasn’t a menacing type of smile that I had grown accustomed to from our life on the big house land. It was a peculiar smile. I waited for the man to speak.
“It’s not what you’ve done. It’s what he’s done,” the white man tossed his head in the opposite direction where another man stood. I hadn’t noticed him before. But what did the white man mean? What had that other man done? She was afraid to voice her question. My daughter then softly pulled away from me, shyly looking up into the face of our “owner”. “Mister, what’s he done?” her little voice asked. I wanted to hug her for the strength she showed. The innocence. And I praised God that she still had some innocence in the rough life we’ve had.
The white man just smiled, “He’s bought your freedom. Good luck to you.”
And with that, he just left. The other man came closer, almost timid-looking. I didn’t know what to say, but once again my daughter spoke up, “Is this for real, mister? Am I free?”
The man bent down to her level, and smiled a smile that was very gentle. He reached for her hand, and said, “Yes. You are free. I have paid the price. You are free.”
“But why?” I heard myself speak, surprising even myself.
A look of sadness and joy mixed together appeared on the man’s face. “Because I am doing it for Someone higher. Someone who loves you very much. Now go, gather your things, and start a new life together. Here is some money to help you get started,” He handed her a sizable pouch.
I still did not truly understand, but I was thankful. Oh was I thankful! My daughter could live a new life. We could be free. “Thank you,” I said to the man. “What will happen to you?” I don’t know why I asked that, but I suddenly had to know.
“I will take your place,” he said.
But…that didn’t seem right. Couldn’t we all be free? Why did something bad have to happen to someone else so that something good could be accomplished in another?
“I do it because I have a Father in Heaven that loves you. I do it willingly. Have no fear – the Lord has delivered you, and someday He will deliver me also. Live in peace,”
Tears suddenly stung my eyes. This man was being uncharacteristically kind, and all because he loved the God whom they both worshiped. “I pray your deliverance comes soon, then,” I said as I bowed my head in thanks.
The man smiled, “Thank you. I am not afraid.”
It was time, then, for my daughter and I to depart….but I would never forget the man’s kindness. He delivered us, so that we might be free. All because of a loving God.
And that’s it. :) Please no stealing, copyright by me, yada, yada, yada. :) Thanks for reading!!