The Woman With The Issue of Blood

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The news had travelled far and wide, as the unknown Lucy Lacquer, became well-known overnight, because of her act of courage and faith, so when I saw her at the same coffee shop which I was, I took the opportunity to ask her about the widespread news, and she was very much happy to tell the story.
“In Jocelyn Soriano’s Mend My Broken Heart, she clearly stated, ‘It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams’, and I can’t help, but agree with her the more.” Lucy’s cheerful, but teary eyes stared at me as she spoke.

“To me, it didn’t matter that He was surrounded by a great crowd of people. There were those who felt He was influential, and following Him would give them a sense of purpose, and there were others who were just gossips, looking for the next news to publish, and there was me, who wanted to just ask Him one question, in the hope that it will make me whole.” She shared her story. “I know I was being absurd, but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, anyway. I was going through a lot and the fact that He had it all together and figured out marvelled me, so with all the pain battling within me, I pushed through the crowd, ignored the limitations of His guards and asked Him, ‘Are you really happy?’ and I got His attention. He stopped His guards from getting me out of the way, stretched out His hands towards my face, and wiped the tear that walked down my cheeks, and immediately, I broke down.
‘Pour out all the pain within you; I have the ear to listen, and the shoulder to hold your tears.’ He said to me.
‘For many years, I have been carrying many pains and hurts.’ I told Him, as I wept. ‘There was the recent pain of being abandoned at the altar on my wedding day. I had invested so much into the relationship, as well as the wedding, and being abandoned, despite all my efforts, was the worst that had happened to me.’ My cry got louder and it seemed as though the crowd was having the sight of their lives, as they watched the somewhat nobody get the attention of the somebody. ‘Long before the wedding charade,’ I continued to pour my pains to Him, and it was amazing how He actually had the listening ear, and His shoulder was sure very heavy to hold the tears that wouldn’t stop coming.” Lucy said to me. “‘I used to take in the emotional abuse he caused me– anytime I saw him treat another woman in the sweetest way he had never treated me, I would ask him and he would giggle, ‘Come on, Lu!’ he would say. ‘It’s barely one of those things’,” Lucy mimicked the man, who left her at the altar, then, she continued, “‘and I could take it, because I had the sores of my father’s physical abuse and the hurt from my mother’s silence, as she watched him hit me, her only daughter.’ I poured out to him the more. ‘For me, life was better with the man, who had planned to leave me at the altar, compared to the childhood of violence I experienced, and I accepted that there was nothing to life at all; just sorrow, and a bunch of endless bleeds– whether from the heart or from fresh cuts.’ I was comfortably telling Him all the pains of my life and He was simply listening. He said nothing, and somehow, His silence was comforting, so I continued.” Lucy paused for a while, sipped on her cup of coffee, then continued, “I continually wept, then, told him, ‘I have become bitter on the inside, which obviously reflects on the outside, and nothing matters.’

Then, He looked at me, and said, ‘This act of courage and faith definitely means something. To walk through such a heavy crowd and get the attention of a man who is heavily guarded, so as to understand and receive what exactly He might have to offer, gives you a major purpose and a reason for living, because this one act will inspire others, and all this is driven by all those bleeds.’ He smiled at me and wrapped me in His embrace, till one of His guards reminded Him of the gathering, which He was already late to.” Lucy smiled, and sipped her coffee again.


“Those bleeds were openings into the most beautiful parts of me.” She softly said to me, and her lips curved upwards. “Was He really happy? That question was more than answered for me. He was really happy!” Lucy smiled cheerfully with a nod. “Happiness and peace is most importantly defined by how you personally avail yourself to be the reason somebody smiles and remains at peace, and not only by which people are willing to hear you or be there for you.” She relayed the words to me with a charming smile, and looked up at the wall clock, “I have to go,” she said, “but, I’ll tell you one more thing, Maya Angelou once advised, ‘As soon as a healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else’, so if you are healed by this story, make sure to heal someone too.” She tapped the table, took the last gulp of her coffee and winked at me with a smile.

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