Under His Wings
October 2nd, 2008Welcome to the Stories of Life
This story is entitled
UNDER HIS WINGS
Written by
Marty Delmon
Translated by
Edwige Dangaly
Music and Voice by
David Chauveau
Technician and Sound Effects by
Claire Magot
Radio Program #249
Lyn looked in the door of the church hall. The scowl crossing her face deepened. Arranged in a circle, the chairs left no place to hide. It had been hard enough to get herself to go to this meeting and now to see this! She wanted to turn and storm out, but something in her pushed her to a chair where she sat, glumly analyzing each person in the circle.
The woman next to her smiled, I m Greta. Welcome to the Abused Women s Group. It s your first time?
Lyn s teeth clamped together to keep from biting the woman s head off. She hissed, Yes. And I m not happy to be here.
Greta chuckled a light little laugh and nodded, I understand. Been there, done that.
Looking at the woman with surprise, Lyn asked, How long have you been coming?
Eighteen months. You get over the resentment. Nobody likes to admit they have a problem, but the sooner you do, the sooner you get over it.
With an air of unbelief Lyn said, Eighteen months. Are you over it yet?
Greta shook her head no. I m still married to the jerk and he hasn t changed.
With Greta s encouragement to speak, Lyn told the group her story. An uncle came to visit when I was three. While the others went to the movies, he stayed home and put me to bed. He called me his little princess and threatened to put me in a place where this would happen all the time if I ever told anybody what he was making me do to him.
When I was nine my grandmother s boyfriend raped me on the living room floor at Christmas time. I kept looking at the star on the tree, hoping it would save me. When I cried he beat me with his belt. Other things happened when I was little, but those two were the worst.
I married the first guy who asked. He had affairs with every woman he could find and beat me in between. He hocked everything we owned and even hocked his friends stuff and they came to me for restitution. Out of seven years of marriage we lived together for two years. The rest of the time he ran off with other women.
I came to this group because I ve been abused! I hate men! I want revenge!
The leader assured Lyn that if she kept coming to the group she would discover how wonderful she is and that revenge does not help, it only solidifies the pain. During the leader s diatribe, Greta put her hand on Lyn s knee. A warmth flowed from that hand which gave Lyn a surprising feeling of comfort. She looked at her new friend in wonder.
After the meeting Greta invited Lyn to a neighborhood bar for a drink. They talked for hours and arranged to meet again before next week s Abused Women s Group meeting. In fact, they got together several times that week.
Four months later, during a walk through a city park, while Lyn described a disastrous date, Greta became agitated. It upsets me to hear you speak about men you ve been with. To tell you the truth, I don t want you to be in love with someone.
Lyn stopped. The face of her friend crumpled in pain. Lyn stretched her arms out and Greta stepped into the embrace. Without thinking, Lyn heard herself say, Did it ever occur to you that it might be you I m in love with?
Greta sighed, No. But I hoped that might be true. They spent the rest of the afternoon confessing their love and plotting how they could be together, though they agreed that Lyn should continue to date men as a cover for their relationship.
The distressful state that Lyn s involvement with men gave Greta escalated until Lyn subjected herself to a hysterectomy to calm Greta s nerves. Terrified that if Lyn were to get pregnant she might love the baby more than her, Greta found an unscrupulous doctor to do the job.
Then the unthinkable happened: Greta got cancer. Just when they planned to move in with each other, just when their love seemed to be consuming them to sacrifice all, just when all things looked promising and perfect, cancer struck at the heart of their love.
Lyn, not knowing how to behave, found herself wanting to distance herself. Greta, desperately needing Lyn s support, grabbed at her emotionally, demanded her attention, accused her of not really being in love. They continued strained and awkward until the moment Greta died, and she died in Lyn s arms.
Greta s husband, during those waning months, finally comprehended his wife s lesbian relationship and with rage concealed in his heart, allowed the two women to approach the death together. Lyn practically lived in their home, attending to Greta and overseeing the nurses who came for the night shift while she slept and the day shift while she worked. Only at the end would Greta agree to be moved to the hospital.
At the funeral when the time came for the husband to place his flower on the casket, he handed the flower to Lyn and said for all to hear, Let her lover be the one to do that. He strode away, speaking to no one and never turning back to look at his wife s casket.
Creeping home, discredited beyond her wildest nightmares, Lyn lay on her bed, contemplating what to do. Where the idea came from she couldn t say, but it stood stark in her mind. She called her boss to quit her job, took her plants to the next door neighbor and left town.
Parking her car in the Ranger s Station at the head of Nebraska s park system, Lyn started her hike. Seven national parks. She would walk through all of them. Why seven? She had no clue. Her mind, numb from the events in her life, turned them over incessantly. How had she gotten here?
She couldn t remember choosing any of this. Certainly she didn t choose what men had done to her. Certainly she didn t choose to love a woman instead of a man. Certainly she didn t choose cancer for Greta. Certainly she didn t choose to be alone in life with no hope of any future, with no longer the possibility of even having a child. Who chose all this for her?
The sun slanted through the trees striping across her body and splashing into her eyes. Dully, by some inward prodding she didn t recognize, she looked across the river. Coming down the hill to quench their thirst, seven does ambled stiff-legged to prevent a slide. Seven. Seven deer. Seven parks.
An old song her mother used to sing floated through her mind. As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after Thee. You alone are my heart s desire and I long to worship Thee. You alone are my strength, my shield. To You alone may my spirit yield .
Church. That song came from church. Lyn had not thought about church since her mother died when she was eight. Seven. The perfect number. The Hebraic number of God. Lyn fell to her knees in the dirt of the path. God! she mumbled. I haven t talked to You since I was a little girl. I m not even sure You re there.
Inside her, in the very heart of her being, she heard His voice. I m here, Lyn.
Where have You been? Why did You let all these horrible things happen to me?
You let them happen to you.
Me? I m the innocent victim.
I m God, Lyn. I know all things. Did you ask Me who to marry?
No! she screamed. But after the things men did to me as a child . She quickly looked around to be sure she was alone in the forest, which she was. Standing, she took her position before the Lord. How could You let those things happen if You are a loving God!
Silence seemed to whistle through the woods, but she defiantly waited until she heard His voice again. Man is in charge of himself. Either he gives Me authority to act in his life, or he gives satan authority to act in his life.
Lyn screamed again, If You re talking about my free will, that makes no sense for a three year old! Or even a nine year old! How could I know to give You authority?
A child is under his parents authority until he is old enough to know how to make decisions.
So it s my parents fault?
Satan tricked your parents to place you in the hands of his agents.
That s what satan does to people?
Yes. If parents would ask Me for My help and trust Me to act on their behalf I could help them. But without their prayers, I can do nothing.
Lyn pondered for a moment, If that s what satan does, then I don t want any part of him. How do I keep him away from me?
Give Me your life and I will protect it. Read Psalm 91.
Oh God! If only I had a Bible I would read it. She remembered where her Bible was, alright, in the top drawer of the dresser in the attic under her sweaters. Again that inward drawing made her look far down the path where she saw a man slowly walking toward her, his head down as if scrutinizing something in his hands.
He s reading a Bible, she thought, I can t believe he s reading a Bible. These kinds of things just don t happen.
She heard the Lord say, They happen in My kingdom.
Her feet pounded the path as she ran to the man, practically tackling him on their encounter. At her insistence he read the first part of Psalm 91.
You who live in the shelter of the Almighty, who spend your nights in the shadow of God, who say to the Lord, My refuge! My fortress! My God in whom I trust! He will rescue you from the trap of the hunter and from the plague of calamites, He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you will find refuge; His truth is a shield and protection.
Lyn grabbed the man, How do I get God to be my God?
Stupefied, the man said, Ask Him to be your God. Give yourself to Him.
Letting go Lyn wheeled around to kneel in the dust and shout to heaven. Lord God Almighty, be my God. Let me belong to You! You be my God and I ll be Your child.
She heard the Lord say, Accept My Son.
Yes! Thank You for sending Jesus to pay for my sins. Jesus, thank You for being my Savior. Now, You be my Lord and I ll be Your servant. Holy Spirit, You be my guide and I ll be Your friend.
Back in the city, Lyn got her old job back, but as a changed woman. She poured the love of God out on everyone. Arranging a meeting with Greta s husband, she apologized to him for her conduct with his wife. At every opportunity she read her Bible, always carrying it with her.
� The Lord caused Lyn to meet a certain man.� He asked the Lord to give him a wife who had been damaged by men so that he could pour the love of God out on her to give her the assurance of being lovable and the confidence to be all she could be.� Then one by one they adopted three baby girls whose mothers had been brutally abused and raped by men.� They poured the love of God out on those little innocents who grew to be wonderful women of God.
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This story has been brought to you by Word and Spirit Church in Portland, Oregon.