"For he shall give his angels charge over thee..."- Psalm 91:11
Pearlie sat in the darkened bathroom trembling, razor blade clasped in her fingers. She couldn't do this anymore, couldn't take the pain. It was never going to get any better, things were never going to change. She just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up, she wanted to make it all go away.
Moving her other hand to the side of her neck, she felt carefully for the pulse that indicated just the right place to make things end quickly - no turning back, no chance of someone rushing in unexpectedly to save her. She didn't want to be saved, she wanted to be set free. She no longer cared what free meant, just that it would take her away from here, away from all that had happened, damage that could never be undone. Resolute, she lifted the blade and prepared to act quickly.
STOP! A male voice commanded, as the doorway filled with a bright light that appeared to take on the shape of a human form. Terrified, Pearlie dropped her hand and the razor blade fell to the floor. She felt the warmth of strong arms embracing her, holding her as she broke down and sobbed. Pain flowed from her body along with her tears, and was replaced by a feeling of love more intense than anything she had ever known.
"God has you in his care," the voice said, much softer now. "Good things are coming which will make you look back on this night and rejoice that I have prevented what you were about to do." And with that, both the bright light and the feeling of a holy presence disappeared, yet a profound sense of peacefulness remained. Deep down inside, Pearlie began to believe on that night that everything was going to be ok.