Part 4 to The Crying Room, The Bitterness Room, and
The Anger Room
Emma jumped. Eyes thick with sleep, she looked around, trying
to remember where she was.
The darkness…the bars…the filth…
Then she remembered.
She was in a cell -- in a solitary
place of anger and despair.
She was a prisoner.
She peered out, but still couldn't
see anyone. She leaned her head against the bars, and she
thought. How had she ended up here? Tears began to trickle
down her cheeks. She just let them flow.
Her mind began to wander back
to her husband -- they had been so happy in the beginning.
They had such high hopes -- such dreams. What had happened?
Then their first child was
born…Jonathan…such a tiny little boy -- so helpless, so
needy. Emma smiled to herself as she thought about those
midnight feedings, his first smile, his first steps, his
That's when she had begun to
I'm responsible for another
human being! I want him to have every opportunity -- I want
him to know all there is to know about life…
Gradually, her thoughts had
begun to wander to God, and Truth -- and Jesus. She had
taken little Jonathan to church with her. Her husband had
refused to go, but he didn't object when she went.
Not long after that, she had
given her life to Christ. She had prayed for her husband's
salvation, and Jonathan's salvation…
Years went by. More babies
were born. More stress, more bills.
That's when she had met Joy,
at church. Joy and her sweet family. Their children were
now teen-agers together.
But Emma's husband had died.
She hadn't even been there
when he died. He'd been out of town... Then, on his way
home, there had been an accident.
And he was gone.
The anger rose in her throat.
He was gone! Just like that! No warning, no preparation…
They would not grow old together!
He would not see his children grow up!
And her children were now bitter,
Would they end up here?
Would her own children become imprisoned, like she was?
How could they ever hope to be free…they were without Christ,
Wait a minute!! Emma sat up
suddenly, a great understanding dawning in her heart.
But I am not without Christ!
What am I doing here?! I am supposed to be free…
Emma struggled to remember…what
was that verse she had learned in Sunday School when Jonathan
was just a baby…?
you hold to My teaching, you are really My disciples. Then
you will know the Truth,
and the Truth will set you free.
She DID know the Truth! Of
that she was sure. Oh, how ashamed she felt! She was a child
of God! How could she live as if the well-dressed man had
a hold on her life?! How could she allow herself to live
a defeated, imprisoned life?!
Christ had set her free long
But Emma had allowed the well-dressed
man to trick her into desperation -- into despair…!
He had led her…into The Crying
Room…into the Bitterness Room…into The Anger Room.
A shadow crossed over her and
she looked up into the darkness. The well-dressed man was
standing there, in her Light, looking down at her -- with
a superior, patronizing gaze.
She glared at him.
"You will not win! I…I
know Jesus! He is a God of LOVE, and FREEDOM! He is the
God of Joy! You cannot put me here!"
His expression was frightening,
penetrating. He smiled a cruel smile.
does not care about you! So many bad things have happened
to you, you have no one!" hissed the well-dressed man.
She felt the darkness enclosing
her. He was right! So many bad things had happened. How
could God have…NO!
"Jesus! Help me!"
Emma cried out in the darkness.
She didn't even care who was
listening! She called to Him with all of her strength.
"I want out! I can't
do this alone! Help me!"
Her mind flew to a verse she
had read not long ago…
…And God is faithful; He will
not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.
when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so
that you can stand up under it.
I Corinthians 10:13
With the well-dressed man still
standing there, Emma looked around. Behind her, in the cell,
was a door. Just a simple door.
Why hadn't she noticed that
She reached out for it. She
turned the knob. It wasn't even locked! And light shone
in from outside.
It was The Way Out.
It was choosing Christ's way.
It was her way of escape.
She took one last look into
the cell. So dark, so confining, so wrong.
She didn't even stop to get
her purse -- the empty purse. She didn't want it -- she
wouldn't even go back for the contents. She'd never go there
She stepped into the outside,
into the warmth.
And Joy was there, waiting
for her, ready to embrace her.
Have you found The Way Out?
I'm sad to say that many months
went by while I lived in The Anger Room. I kept praying
that God would get me out, but it just wasn't happening
right away. Being in that prison made me sick -- I was desperate
to get out -- so l persevered in my prayers and in seeking
But one morning, I woke up
and looked around. Had I slept too late? There was brightness
in the room -- such brightness -- and peace.
I was no longer angry with
my son. I had been healed.
Then I knew. I had found The
Way Out! I was FREE!
But only with the Father's
Only He can reveal The Way
Out. Only He can take you there.
Are you angry, my friend? Life
isn't always fair. Bad things happen. We get hurt, mistreated,
But that's not the point.
The point is, that your Father
is there. He will not give you a trouble-free life. But
He will give you FREEDOM, and life abundantly.
He will show you The Way Out.
And He will provide Joy along
He loves you so.
thief (the well-dressed man) comes only to steal and kill
I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the
Find out more about Emma
and Joy next week, as they continue the journey together.
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