She walked in great darkness.

Seeing as I have a blog now, I am going to be transferring several of my Facebook notes, because I have been told blogs are much more better than Facebook notes and I want to have them all in one spot for easy access. So I thought I would start with one cleverly entitled "My Story" (  I am the WORST at thinking of titles for things!). I really am proud of this one, and it KIND OF explains my background, yet also does not really explain anything at all. Excellent. 

She who walked in darkness saw a great light. For she who lived in a land of darkness a light was shown. At first she was afraid, and so afraid was she, she refused it, refused the warmth and healing, and its invitation to come. And yet. And yet as much as she fought it, her soul was stirred by an ancient longing, the longing to be known and to beloved. Every day she would venture timidly to where the light began, until one day she heard the faintest of whispers, breathing across her heart, "Come. Come." She took one step closer and overcome with choking fear, fled back to the safety of the dark. Yet still, her curiosity and boldness grew, and she could no longer deny the pull of her heart, or the most persistent of whispers still asking her to surrender. At last, at long last she stepped cautiously to the Edge, and eyes squeezed tight, leapt to Light. She opened eyes blinded by fear and SAW. What she saw brought her to her knees. She saw herself naked and raw with the hurt of one who lived in darkness for far too long. The vulnerability was agony, and she howled and wailed with the sorrow and shame of a wretched creature exposed. She wanted to scramble back to Dark, where blindness was comfort. But for reasons still unknown to her, she stayed in Light and let it pierce and strip her, until it reached her strongest point, and she shattered. It was then, that she saw Him, and He moved Heaven and pulled back Earth to reach her, and He tenderly began whispering to her in the language of comfort and healing. Looking upon His face, she sighed, "known, known, oh to finally be known!"  Then he responded to her and spoke her language and breathed into her love most tender, love most fierce. He returned to her joy, and laughter, and he danced and sang over her. He gave her a new name, decreeing she be called "Sorrow-turned-Joy." She stood before Him as one Restored, a creature of Radiant Light, instead of a wretched creature of Horrific Dark.