The Wound’s Been Found

All alone in one very big, dark world. That is how she felt. People were all around but still alone was she. So she thought. There is so much evil going on in this world we live in. It has been taking place all the way back into what we would all consider the ancient times from far ago. It is easier for some to just look away and to pretend it does not take place. That it did not take place. That it never happened. But it does take place. It does happen. And it did happen. It happened to her.

Terror is real. Terror happens. Traumatizing events in one little girls life that takes years to unfold the truth. The truth of what really took place. The truth of what really went on it the middle of the night. Why her? Perhaps you ask, why you? Is there anyone out there who will really love me? Is there anyone out there who will really love you? I eventually found my answer to that longing question of my once bruised and pierced heart. I began on a journey of my very own. Something that cannot be bought or earned. Something that cannot ever be stolen or taken away from me. A real treasure is what I found. One that no amount of money can buy. It is too costly and no one on this planet regardless of who they are or who they think they are could afford it.

This story is real. This story is far more profound than any soap opera. It is real life. A real life of a real person. Yes, some acting involved. That is until she discovered who she really was. Then the curtains came down. The masks were removed. The walls that imprisoned her in, well, they fell. She stepped out and got to go free. Living inside an invisible jail cell is not a life of joy and peace. It was very much a life of daily, hourly tormenting hell. One she does not miss. One she does not ever desire to go back to.

The grass really was greener on the other side. She now knows and understands what it means to be able to lie down in green pastures and to be led by the still waters. A real, truthful life, a life of real joy and peace is what she has stepped into and received. Grace. So much grace. The Daughter of the Throne of Grace is she. Jennifer Moquin is her name. I am what I am by the Grace of God and that dear reader is enough. His grace really is sufficient for me. Oh, how I love Him so. He quiets me. He comforts me. He loves me. He really does love me. Too much to even begin to understand. It goes way beyond my comprehension. It is too much to fathom. But one thing is for sure. It is real. He is real. He is closer to me than any brother. He is closer to me than any human being. He is more real to me now than any other person on this planet. He has revealed Himself to me. He found me and I found Him. The real Him. Not some counterfeit. Nothing else will do. Nobody else will work for me. No one but Him. I found my Lover of my soul. I have my very own love story and one that will last forever and forever. I found the longings of my heart. He quiets my soul. He causes me to sit down. And He causes me to rise. To rise up when need be. Fearless. Oh that fear may show up. And it still does present itself at times. But I no longer bow down to that nasty, evil fear. He causes me and proposed me to look it straight in the face and to take my stand.

I will stand. I will continue to stand. I will fight the good fight of faith. I will keep going. I will. I will fight lies. I am a fighter. I am not a quitter. I am not a coward. I will keep going until I draw my last breath from this place. The life I now choose to live is a life of purpose. Yes me. Me of all people has a life of great purpose. Selah! Pause and think of that. It still baffles my mind. God Himself chose me. At times it still seems crazy. I mean what could He possibly do with someone like myself? I suppose you will just have to wait and see.

It's a miracle that I ever got started on this journey of mine. It took heaven to get me going. Once inside a very dark pit and brought out into the Light and stepped into His palace. The pit to the palace is what happened to me. There is no telling where I'd be if He hadn't come for me. Dreams really do come true. They are real. And they do happen. I am living proof. I have my own story to tell. And now I do know that is is one people will want to hear. It is one that people will not want to miss. It is one worth telling.