INSPIRED MONDAY: RIVER OF TEARS

 

     Pamela Grayson could only imagine. She was sitted in the waiting room. There were other people around her, but only she was sitted. As she bit her lips, she imagined herself - sitted alone on her bed, surrounded by a bunch of wet tissues, a flood of wet tissues, hands trembling as she tries gasping for breath. It would be sadder because she would have no one to console her, or at least, she had no one to imagine to console her, because the only reason she would be sitted on her bed surrounded by wet tissues was the only reason she was sitted infront of the operating room for the surgery that had been going on on Maggie for two hours. If Maggie doesn't get better, P.G was bound to drown herself before Joshua arrives from his business trip in two weeks time. She could make it totally impossible for anyone to reach her if anything happened to Maggie. PG knew within her that there was someone who could reach her no matter how well she locked people out, but she didn't have to think of the person now, it would kill her dark vibe. She would drown in her own tears, but it won't calm her, it couldn't. Her tears had no power to cleanse her sadness,  because it wasn't the blood mixed with water that gushed out of the side of the hung man.

     P.G closed her eyes tightly, still biting het left thumb. She tried been still within her, but it was almost impossible. She always had difficulty calming herself, but Maggie always helped, even when Joshua was unable to, Maggie always did. But while Maggie calmed her, there was always one person she used as reference, the comforter. Before the surgery, Maggie had told her "Sit still P.G, and let the comforter help you wait" and Maggie smiled as she was pushed into the operating room. The last face of Maggie P.G saw was her smiling face, was that enough comfort for P.G? What bothered P.G the most was that she might never get to speak with Maggie again if the surgery didn't go well.

     The door to the operation room opened quickly. P.G looked up, two nurses came out, each carrying a small metal tray of blood covered cotton. P.G trembled further as they passed by her and away. Her tears didn't take time to roll down her cheeks. P.G could feel her heart, she was scared to death,  she knew she had never been this afraid in her life. Maggie had told her to sit still. If she obeyed Maggie, then it was possible that Maggie would come back for her. Yes, she had to be still, but how? Maggie had also added that let the comforter help you wait, but Maggie was her comforter, how could she help when she wasn't there?

     Wasn't there someone Maggie always attributed her been able to comfort others to? There was, P.G knew that too. She had to obey. P.G closed her eyes as she steadied her breathing and trembling. The river of tears would drown her, the river of living waters would bring her healings.

     “... and He will give you another comforter , that He may abide with you forever”