Cold Box ~ Warm Heart

April of Last year, I was encouraged by my spirit guide to share my story about my experiences. I started to write some of the things on a word document but didn't know what I would do with them afterwards. Over a year later, here I am...

I am going to copy and paste a couple of stuff that I wrote here on my blog.

I hope it helps anyone reading this to have faith, all will be okay!

Quietly I lay in this dark cold box. I could see my warm breath as I exhale through the cold air. The sound of cars passing through with their headlight shining towards me, I prayed. “Please watch over me and keep me safe” I requested. I quietly laid there almost motionless, as I gloomily asked Him how I ended up inside the trunk of a 1987 Chevy Corsica. Where do I go from here?

Waking up to the shine of another lovely day, I thanked Him. The beauty of God shined before me as I sat behind the wheel to reflect on my new day. My frail cold fingers ran between my frozen strands. My stringy hair at times had icicles on the end - the size of tiny teardrops. A calming voice told me daily that I’d be okay and to hang on to what little I had. But I would ask again, where do I go from here?

My family and small group of friends knew nothing about my ordeal. I didn’t want to go back to where I came from. I felt that I could handle this on my own as I had a strong belief that God would be there even in bad times. With these feelings, I felt secure to move on. With no home, no job, and feeling alone at age nineteen was frightening. Where do I go from here?

Six moths have passed as I continued to call my Corsica my home. The dark night welcomed me as I drove around for new surroundings to call it an evening. As I passed by neighborhood homes, nearby gas stations, not one was safe enough for me to park. I headed towards a parking lot and saw a familiar face. An acquaintance I’ve met months before. He came towards me as I nervously smiled at him hoping he wouldn’t see right through me. With a friendly smile, he stated that he hadn’t seen me for a while. “Where have you been, where are you staying?!” he demanded. I struggled to come up with an answer. I heard a voice telling me to tell him the truth. Not understanding why I heard what I heard, I glanced back at this friendly face as I started to stutter. My voice was shaky and I teasingly said, “You’re looking at it!” I began to laugh as if it was not a big deal. What came over me? I was so embarrassed that I told him where I had lived. I was ready to drive off and shake off my humiliation.

An awkward silence, he looked at me with pity. As I watched him look at me, he asked me to give him a ride home from work. He offered me a dinner at his home and asked me to stay the night. Because I was hungry and haven’t eaten a good meal for a while, I sheepishly accepted to have dinner but graciously declined the overnight stay.

Walking up the winding stairs, I began to miss how it was like to live at home. The warmth of the heater subtly blowing through my neck made me feel sheltered. I sat on the comfortable couch looking around the cozy living room. My friend sat with me as he tried to entertain me with pictures of his family. He told me that his parents would be home soon and we would eat with them. I heard the door open and close as I started hearing footsteps coming up from the stairs. My nerves began to shake and I started to feel uncomfortable. “What would they think of me?” I thought. I was ready to leave and stood up off the couch and started to tell David that I was ready to leave.

As I started to tell David how anxious I had become, his parents stopped right in front of me. They stood there smiling at me as I reached over to shake their hands. David proudly introduced me as his friend and that I would be staying for dinner with them that night. His parents smiled at me with acceptance.

The taste of home cooked meal felt like paradise. The warm bread rolls were soft and fluffy. As I sat there eating my delicious meal, I started to feel the love the family had for each other. They respected each other and laughed together as they joyfully talked about their day’s end. I witnessed something that I haven’t seen for a very long time with my own family. They shared their stories with me as we sat in the dinning room. I learned that David had three older brothers and one sister.

I started to reflect on what happened to my family and why things happened the way they did. I sat there and accepted what was in front of me and I felt blessed. Dinner ended and I excused myself to the restroom to wash my hands. As I opened the door from the restroom, David’s parents blocked my way to the stairs. They stood there quietly for 10 seconds for what felt like 5 minutes and had a concerned look on both their faces. They asked me where I lived and I told him just around the block. As I told them my somewhat fib, I noticed that David was spreading out the bed sheets in a room. I started to feel very uncomfortable. I knew David told them. I felt ashamed and started to cry. David's mother hugged me and assured me that I would be okay.

What was supposed to be just an overnight stay turned into a 2-year stay. They accepted me into their family and helped me get back on my feet. I knew God watched over me, and I believed He would never leave me alone - He never did!