Sink Hole

It came out of nowhere. Like some sort of sink hole. One minute the road was there and the next she was plummeting into deep darkness. She wasn't expecting it...there was no warning sign. It was cold and dark. The bottom of the hole was covered in muck and mud. She was shocked at first. How did she get in here? How does she get out? Clawing at the sides to try and climb out might work. But she ached all over. She felt so very tired. She just didn't have the strength to try.

So she lay there in the rotten soil, while the mud-slinger threw more and more accusations at her. More lies,  more mud. "You're worthless." "You loser." "You don't matter." "Just give up. "You are all alone after all."

Somewhere within her, she knew that if she agreed with the lies, the mud would overtake her. For she knew the truth. She just wasn't able to believe it...here...in this moment...in the darkness at the bottom of the hole.

Feeling overwhelmed, she cried, "Where are You? Don't You see me here? Don't You hear me?"

She felt as as if the One she loved truly had left her alone, here in the darkness. Wait. She knew that wasn't true. He would never leave her alone. But still...she felt so alone...maybe she was...after all.

Hours passed. Even days. She awoke from a fitful sleep, and realized her people must be missing her. Maybe they could help her. She could hear faint voices coming from the top of the sink hole. They called to her. "Hang on! Remember who you are! Remember who He is! Don't forget your song!!"

Song? Yes, she used to have a song! She used to sing her song with her people. They knew it almost as well as she did. If only she could remember. She opened her mouth, but no song came out. No, she was alone...in this underground cave of darkness. There is no song in this place.
She drifted off again. She dreamed the dreams of one who wants to fight but has lost her strength.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she felt something shift. She knew they were singing. Though she couldn't hear it...she sensed it. Somewhere above, in the light, there was a song. It was strong and familiar, and comforting to her. She continued to rest. She felt the muck underneath her beginning to disappear and she could feel herself being lifted up. She awakened, and tried to get out at that point, but she wasn't yet able. So she relaxed in the warm air. Peace came upon her as she felt herself floating to the surface...up, up, and out of the hole. She was safe again in strong, familiar arms. He had been there all along! She just couldn't feel Him...in the darkness...surrounded by the mud.

She opened her mouth and began to join in the singing. But what came out was different...

It's so beautiful! She has a new song! These notes have never been heard before. And in that moment she realizes that this kind of song can only be written from the bottom of a deep, dark hole.
Now she feels Him again. She sees Him smiling at her, for her song is lovely...

It is a sacred song, with sacred notes. A song that will one day be sung by her, while sitting on the edge...
and heard from the depths by another, lifting her up and out of the darkness...