Looking back—to face tomorrow
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Jerusalem, Israel. April 1980
It was time to hurry as the bus was coming soon. Quickly I went out the kitchen door into the back yard to take the sheets off the line. The breeze was just strong enough to cause a colorful fluttering of the towels and the few other items, some kitchen towels and then of course the pastel colored sheets, creating a cheerful display. It was a beautiful day with the smell of spring in the air, birds chirping away and scratching around in the soil, looking for the elusive worm.
Back in the apartment I carried the basket filled with the linen and placed it on the kitchen table, closed the door and locked it. I turned to glance at the clock to check whether there was enough time to fold the clothes before the bus came, when a soft sound on the marble floor made me glance over my shoulder, and then he gripped me by the shoulders.
I was looking into the bearded face and dark eyes of some Arab man, he muttered something, pushing me back towards the inside of the home, away from where a passerby could glance into the kitchen window.
Fear gripped my heart, I struggled to get away but it only made him laugh with a horrid cackling sound and, grip tightening, he pushed stronger.
"Help, Lord” I called out, my voice barely audible.
Cackle, cackle the man laughed and became more aggressive.
I was afraid, my throat tight and constricted, my heart pounding and racing, thoughts bombarding my mind... was this the last day of my life? Was he going to rape me and then kill me so I could not testify against him?
A sound in the distance of the muezzin blaring out a call to prayer, horns out in the street, I suddenly became aware of all the discordant noises around and my heartbeat was growing louder in my ears.
I squirmed and struggled, tried to kick and get free but he was stronger.
"Lord Jesus help me please" I called out and the reply came, so clearly in my mind and heart and thoughts: "I cannot, I have given you all the authority you need”
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During the darkest, most difficult, and most painful days of my life—injured at work, loss of job, inability to do the usual work, crisis at home with an injured and aging mother to support, feeling weak and helpless—God reminded me of King David encouraging himself in the Lord. As I looked back over my life, I saw I had a lot to be thankful for, because God is always faithful, He is and will always be the great I Am, and a help in our troubles. He will remain the stability of our times and life, and with that blessed assurance, we can truly face tomorrow without fear but with trust, walk on in obedience, and prepare the way for His return.
About the Author
Elgonda Brunkhorst was born in South Africa where she completed high school- then attended three colleges to graduate as a registered nurse and midwife- and to receive a diploma in pediatric science. After working for several years- she went to Switzerland where she attended Youth with a Mission's (YWAM) Evangelism and Discipleship training school- then remained on staff for about three years- starting at the S.A. YWAM base before going to Germany. She has traveled extensively- visiting thirty-nine countries- two provinces in Canada- and thirty-two states in the United States. She currently lives in the United States with her elderly mother.
The author grew up memorizing scripture. Her name means "God's Warrior" : El meaning God and Gonda meaning warrior- from the name of Gideon. God is training her to become a spiritual warrior- an intercessor. It has been exciting to listen for that still- small voice- to experience the wonders of His love- and to see the results of her prayers.