Chapter Four
She woke up in her house once again.
“Was it a dream?” her first thought came.
She looked at the floor around her. Blood was everywhere. Her blood. She gasped. She touched her left wrist. It was unmarked. Smooth as before. She felt the peace in her, the love, the joy that reached deep inside of her and could never be touched by the world. She knew that her past did not matter anymore. She knew that God forgave her of everything. She knew that God had healed her of her wounds, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Nothing matters except what she could do for others who went through similar experiences like her. Nothing matters besides the lives she could touch. Nothing matters because Jesus will be there.
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