Coldness surrounded her without compassion. As she opened her eyes, darkness surrounded her, like a cloth smothering life itself. Why she felt the pressure of fear and terror, she couldn’t understand.
Around her felt cold and wet. Sounds that placed fear in the souls of men overwhelmed her ears. Creaking, stepping and scratching could be heard all around. It was as if nails were carving out the walls as if trying to escape the horror.
“Why is it so dark and cold?” she asked herself. She didn’t understand where she was or why she was there.
Her surroundings started to feel tight. Walls closing in at a slow pace and without escape. The floor and ceiling started to collapse around her. Fear and terror overcame her emotions.
“Why is this happening to me?” she cried out. “Help! Someone help me!”
The pressure from above, below and sides crushed not only her mind and soul but her body as well. If that wasn’t bad enough, drips of water collided with her head. One by one they smashed her head as if mocking her, torturing her, beating her into submission.
“Help”, she again cried with vigor and fear. “Someone help me!”
Hours felt like months, days like years and yet her situation never changed. Darkness, coldness, wetness and terror spent adequate time with her. She fought and fought, but the more she struggled, the less she could move. Tighter and tighter her surroundings became. What was she to do? How was she to escape?
“Help me, please”, she cried with less vigor and hopelessness. “Please someone, anyone!” However, no one ever came. No one ever heard.
She could feel something move by her feet. “What was that?!” she cried. It was as if something or someone else was there, beneath her. Back and forth, she could feel the thing moving. “Stop it and leave me alone!”, she exclaimed. However, the thing continued. Creeping under her, torturing her mind, tormenting her soul. Why wouldn’t it leave her alone?
Time passed. How much, she could not be sure of. It could have been days, weeks or months but she would never know. Every moment she stood, never laying down to rest. Sleep was being deprived by the constant dripping of water on her head. Even if she tried, she couldn’t sleep. Not even a short rest was possible.
Then she heard the thing again. This time it was beside her. Scratching past her while it passed, the thing never said a word. “What is it you want? Why won’t you leave me alone?”, she yelled out. Crying and struggling to catch her breath, she wept, “Please someone, please help me.” But no help ever came and no one heard her voice.
One day, she heard a voice say, “Now it is time…” but the rest of the words seemed to be hidden. “Now it is time?”, she questioned in her mind. What time? What did the voice mean?
A few moments later she heard, “Come on out and…” but the rest of the words she couldn’t understand. She thought to herself, “How can I come out when I cannot move?” She struggled with the hope and anticipation of hearing the voice speak. Suddenly, movement surrounded her. Fear overtook her once again. It was then she decided to act upon the voice’s words.
She began to move. Pain took over. Her body started to fall apart. The more she moved, the more she felt like something tearing her apart. Her legs ached, her arms numb. Now what was she supposed to do?
Suddenly, the dripping water changed. This time, the drips became a stream. The small stream was refreshing. As it poured down her face, she stuck out her tongue to gain some refreshment. She drank and drank all she could.
Within a few minutes, the refreshing fluids stopped and she could instantly feel strength capture her once again. She moved her arms and legs once again, except this time with vigor and hope.
In a single moment, she realized she could move both her legs and arms without hindrance. She began to claw her way. She felt the walls. They were soft and moist. She started to rip away at the walls. When she realized more room was available, she decided to reach for the ceiling. It was then she realized it was moist and soft, like the walls. Hope turned into strength as she pounded her way through the ceiling.
Suddenly, a light peered through the ceiling, like a laser beam steadily pointing in a single direction. “I’m almost free!”, she exclaimed. As the light became larger, her struggle became lessened. It was then she could feel the warmth. It felt good. Blanketing her, hugging her entire being. It was then her strength turned to peace.
Finally, after days of digging and struggle, she felt a wetness overcome her. Pounding her, beating her as if to push her back into captivity, she struggled all the more. She refused to go back. She refused to succumb to the pressure of the water. “I will not go back!”, she exclaimed with anger. Her resolve continued as the water pounded. The warmth of the light continued while the water pushed but she would not give up.
The water stopped its beating and the light continued to nourish and provide warmth. She enjoyed where she was but realized there was still more to do. She began to once again to dig her way out. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, and moved her arms once again to free herself from her confinement.
As she pushed the last of the ceiling away, she could see the source of the light. It was a big round object in the sky. Then the voice said, “You see, I have given you life.”
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I am your Creator. You will give pleasure to the one whom I have given you.”, the voice said.
As she reached for the object creating the light, she tried to free her legs, however she could not. The more she struggled, the more it took hold of her. She cried out, “I am not free yet. Please help me get free.”
The voice then said, “But my dear, you are free. Your legs are to stay where they are as they will help you in your quest. Only until you are fully grown will your legs be no longer needed.”
What did the voice mean? She then looked around her. It was then she noticed her arms were green. She felt her face and it was soft. She asked, “What am I, voice?”
The voice responded, “Your name is Rose. You will give pleasure to the one who picks you. Your fragrance will please the hearts and minds of men.”
She thought and thought. Then why the struggle, why the torture? She asked, “Why did I feel trapped and afraid?”
The voice said, “Oh Rose. You weren’t trapped or tortured. I placed you there. I gave you water to help you grow. Although you felt scared and afraid, I was watching over you, caring for you, giving you exactly what you need.”
It was then Rose felt contentment. She understood the pain was the only way for her to experience the benefits she now had. Warmth from the sun and nourishment from the water were the only things she needed. The voice had given her everything she needed, even though it hurt.
Like the rose, we struggle to get out of our pains and hurts. We cry out and no one answers. We dig but cannot move. Remember the Voice knows and will supply everything we need. It is only through the struggle do we realize our worth in the arms of God.
God bless and encourage someone today.