A Stitch In Time

I’m sitting in a coffee shop right now. It’s late and almost empty but there are two girls trying to study…doing the talking thing more than studying thing. They use quiet voices but I am only sitting about 2 feet away so I can’t help but overhear. And when I say I can’t help but overhear, I mean that if I wanted to…I couldn’t not hear.
Their backs are to me and therefore they are faceless. Girl A confides her story to Girl B. She tells of a time when she was 10 and was molested and what kind of affect that has on her life today. I tear…and now Damien Rice is on the radio…I cry. Girl A answers questions about what her thoughts and feelings were while a knife was being held to her neck in the car of a man that would own years of her life. She tells her story not to simply tell her story but more from a point where you can hear the shackles hitting the floor. A freedom exudes her that amazes me.
She speaks of a conversation her and her current boyfriend had last night (but almost didn’t have). Something happened that caused the conversation to be confusing and hard, her voice cracked as she said good-bye. The next part is amazing me. Not 30 seconds later, boyfriend calls back and explains that she cannot just fucking do that…she cannot be balling and just get off the phone…no explanations. And slowly her heart is kissed and another stitch of the great mend is in tact.
She finally tells her story to her boyfriend who answers back with love and understanding. They talk of love and marriage and what the future may hold. Either way, that moment where he didn’t get weird, didn’t freak out, and mostly, the moment when he called her back is a glimpse of Christ-like love I rarely hear of and never see.
She also spoke of the judgments brought against her as “the girl with the issues.” And being screwed over for confiding in people before she’d experienced healing, only to be betrayed. This reminds me that there are vulnerable souls walking around all the time. Vulnerable, faceless, souls. It reminds me to believe in a love that conquers all as lofty an idea as that seems at times. It makes me wonder where she gains her strength.