Will He come? | A Story of Forgotten Past

beautiful woman

She ran.

Adrenaline pumping. Darkness. Heavy footsteps behind reminded her what was at stake. What do they want from me? Why are they chasing me? 

Slam. A mysterious man grabbed her arm thrusting her body against the cold pavement. The next moments were all shadows–voices took her pursue, stripped her naked, and kicked her as she drifted in and out of unconciousness.

Dawn. Bright light shone into the alleyway–exposing her nakedness and awakening her to the stench of blood. It surrounded her naked body in a now dry pool. Will I live?

Footsteps. Someone is coming. Suddenly, she could feel the eyes looking at her. He stood over her, seeming not to acknowledge her physical condition, but looking to her very soul.

“Live! Live!” he shouted in the empty atmosphere.

“You are ready for love.” he said over her bloodied body, as he spread his coat to cover her nakedness. Her shame.

“I am yours,” he said, with a voice that resembled a whisper. “I will never leave you and promise to always love you, no matter what happens.”

She wasn’t accustomed to trusting strangers, but felt desperation for love. His voice and the way he looked at her and covered her, seemed to heal her wounds.

This man took her to his beautiful palace. He washed her blood away and covered her body with oil. He bought her the finest of clothes and the most expensive jewelry. She lived like royalty. She ate rich foods and health was restored to her. The palace servants praised her beauty–said they had never seen anyone more exquisite. Word spread and she became known as the ‘most beautiful woman who ever lived’. The man was a King and He asked her to be His wife. They married, on the happiest day, and his love seemed limitless.

Until one day, she looked in the mirror and  became drunk on her own beauty. My beauty is perfect, she marveled combing her dark shiny hair around her face. Maybe I don’t need the King after all. I want to go and make a name for myself. And with that, she made her plan to leave in the morning.

And with her departure, the King wept, knowing she had forgotten the past, and would suffer, trying to live life on her own. Everyone wanted her on their magazines, in their ads, and especially in their beds. At first, she didn’t give in to the men begging her to take them to bed. “Your beauty is that of the gods!” “We have never seen anyone with the face of an angel and the body of a goddess,” they would say, over and over, filling her mind with honey. She made her fortune modeling–until she discovered she could make a year’s wages in one night if she sold her body. She slept with fame. She gave her heart to money. She bowed to  achievement. She gave her soul to pride. Just once, she thought but once turned into only the highest bidders and she became the world’s most sought after prostitute. In tragic moments of drunkenness, she gave away her jewelry and her beautiful clothes from the King to her lovers. She had forgotten the days of long before, when the King made a promise to her. She forgot the dawn He rescued her from death.

Adrenaline pumping. Darkness. Heavy footsteps behind reminded her what was at stake. What do they want from me? Why are they chasing me? 

She ran. Again. This time her lovers–money, fame, beauty and pride–sought to destroy her. They stripped her bare, stole everything she owned, and drug her into the arena to be publicly scorned. The crowd shouted violently at the woman. They spit, threw rocks, and hurled insults calling her a ‘prostitute’ and a ‘whore’. The shame penetrated her weary soul. The arrival of Dawn dispersed the crowd and she lay naked, covered in blood.

She needed the King. No one else would come. But would he? Would he rescue her again? Her thoughts drifted back and forth between wanting to die and longing for the King to come.

Will He come?

“But you trusted in your own beauty. . . And did not remember the day so of your youth, when you were naked and bare, struggling in your blood. Nevertheless, I will remember My covenant with you in the days of your youth . . . Then you shall know that I am the Lord.”

 a modern day interpretation of Ezekiel 16

l.r.d. 07/29/2012

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7 Responses to “Will He come? | A Story of Forgotten Past”
  1. Anna Kaye says:

    Beautiful revelation of God’s love and faithfulness even though we are continously unfaithful. Thank you for this reminder!

  2. Felicia says:

    Beautiful interpretation, those verses have always resonated with me too.
    Thank you Ruthie!

  3. Leeann says:

    This story felt so alive and so real. I think you did an excellent job retelling this story.

  4. Awesome…you should write a book. The lesson is home.

  5. Miranda says:

    Oh, Ruthie, this is an incredible interpretation of one of my favorite passages of Scripture. Thank you for writing this. Have you heard the song “Ezekiel” by Gungor? I thought of it as I read.

  6. Olivia says:

    I absolutely loved this! Ezekiel 16 is such a ravishing chapter (one of my favorites – the language and message are so raw and poetic) and this was such a wonderful interpretation. It’s definitely a must share. Thank you so much for posting this!

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