Broken Beginnings: Chapter Eight
I spent a lot of time in therapy, and when I wasn’t in therapy, I was either visiting Nadia, or trying or reading through Bobbe’s journals, trying to get to know her even better. I had been blessed with fourteen years with her, but I knew she had held somethings back, because I was young, now that I was older, and getting ready to go to college, I needed to read her journals. I needed to know as much of her story as possible.
“The doctors say I will be able to go home in a couple of weeks.” I told Mom, knowing that this was going to make her happy. I was happy too of course, both happy and terrified. My life would be different when I got home, I knew that was the case.
“That’s good news sweetie.” Mom said.
I nodded. It was good news, but it was also scary.
“Naomi it’s okay to be scared, it’s what you do with that fear, that makes the difference.” Mom reminded me.
“I am scared.” I admitted. “More than a little scared. I want to be strong though.”
“Naomi you are strong.” I hope you realize that.
I wanted to believe her, I really did, but at times I felt far from strong, I felt weak, and worn.
“I guess I don’t always feel that way.”
“Sweetie, you know that I am going to be with you every step of the way.”
I nodded. “And I am grateful for that.” I said. “I don’t want to ever take what I have for granted.”
“Naomi you don’t, I can tell you that now.”
I nodded, grateful for the support I had. Grateful I wasn’t facing this alone, and I found myself worrying too about. Nevaeh , and what would happen when I was released. I wanted to make sure that we would at least come to visit her, she needed to know me being released did not have to mean we were no longer friends.
I once again turned to my Bible, looking for hope not only for myself but for Nevaeh. I wanted her to realize that even when people failed you Yeshua never did, and I was beyond grateful for that.
Yirmeyah 14 Orthodox Jewish Bible (OJB)
14 The Davar Hashem that came to Yirmeyah concerning the batzorot (droughts).