Moving the Mountain

Image Credit: by: Aesop Clark

Image Credit:
by: Aesop Clerk

Tamar sat curled up in a fetal position on the bathroom floor, trembling with fear, as shame washed over her soul. The sound of him pounding on the door of the locked bathroom caused another wave of terror to come crashing against her, as her heart fluttered rapidly, like a tiny bird trying to escape its cage.

“Tamar,” David shouted, “please! Open the door.”

“O God, please help me!” Her heart was filled with dread, as she prayed for God to set her free from the burden of pain she had carried for too long. “Lord, please show me what to do. I can’t go on like this.” As she sat on the cool tile floor, rocking back and forth, her mind replayed what had happened just minutes before…

Tamar had fallen asleep on the sofa, while waiting for David to come home from working the evening shift. They had only been married for just over three months, and they were crazy about each other. Still asleep, she awakened to someone touching her and caressing her body. In that instant, sleep fled as her eyes opened wide, seeing someone’s dark head nuzzling her body. Immediately, she began fighting like a wildcat. Screaming and clawing, she fought for her life. The man grabbed her wrists in an effort to deflect her clawing fingers from gauging his eyes out, and that only increased the panic that filled her.

“Tamar – stop it! Stop it!” It took a few minutes before she recognized his voice, and realized that the attacker she had been fighting against so desperately was David, the love of her life, and he was staring at her, alarmed. That’s when shame rushed over her, and she managed to escape his grasp and run into the bathroom, quickly locking the door, as she threw herself down on the tile floor, weeping.

“Tamar,” David called loudly, “answer me, or I’m going to knock the door down! Are you ok?”

“Yes – please! Just go away, David!” Her tears dropped to the tile floor, as she spoke to God now, “O Lord, what am I going to do now?”

Then, right there, while she sat on the bathroom floor, she heard the voice of the Lord, “Talk to him, Tamar. Tell him what your daddy did to you.”

“I can’t, Lord. You know what they said. If I tell anyone, I’ll destroy my family.”

“Tamar, your daddy and mommy destroyed that family long ago. David is your family now, and if you don’t tell him, you’ll destroy this family. Child, it’s time to move this mountain out of your life, and to do that, you must conquer your fears.”

David knocked on the door again, “Tamar, please come out and talk to me. Let me help you.”

Tamar breathed in shakily, “Be near me, O God and help me,” she whispered.

“Beloved, I’ll never leave you or forsake you,” He said as she opened the bathroom door and walked straight into David’s loving arms.

© 2014
Cheryl A. Showers

This post was written for the Light and Shade Challenge.

The rules for this challenge are:

  • There are two prompts, a picture (above) and a quote (below). 
  • “It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” — Edmund Hillary
  • You may use one or both prompts.
  • Your post must be 500 words or less. (Mine was 499 words)
  • You may write either fact, fiction or poetry.
  • Please click the Light and Shade logo to read other posts from this prompt, or perhaps to include your own prompt!

10 responses to “Moving the Mountain

  1. This is a beautiful and moving story. Truly the person that is supposed to love you most should be able to handle anything you tell them and love you anyways plus help you through it. This was awesome.

  2. A moving story about how child abuse can mar a life. Tamar is fortunate to find solace in David’s arms and hopes she overcomes the ghosts of her childhood darkness.
    I could visualize the entire scene in the bathroom. A good piece of writing.

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